So, then, like many of us I suspect we have spent Christmas:
– Stuffing vast quantities of nosh down our chops, trying to keep up the national average of eating every 23 minutes on Chistmas Day (only every 23? what are Brits these days, calorie wimps??)
– Lying on the sofa, watching feelgood film re-runs (though in my case, trying to get more than one bum-cheek wedged on the sofa as himself streches out the poorly leg in 'my' precious sofa space)
– Running back and forth to the kitchen (why can't men think of everything they need all in one go???) Have become dab hand at predicting Red wine / Ham sarnie / Sailing magazine / Slippers / Brandy glass with ice / Mobile / Piece of random post / Slap with a wet fish in the chops…. oh no, that was just me..
– Driving off to see peeps – including yesterday, the momentous first meeting of Hawksey's younger brother Tim and his wife Mel in Gravesend. Quite weird how the two boys walk similarly but don't look that alike. They do however both cook really well though cheat at Trival Pursuit in much the same ludicrously obvious way, grr.
– Visiting elderly relatives and friends, including taking Olga off to see potential care homes on Xmas Eve – note to self: handling rather ill 86 year old on the ridiculous amount of ice left in hospital and care home car parks is not a good plan! Second note to self: When 'helpful' nurse chap dismantles wheelchair so it will fit in the car boot, its always a good idea to watch so you don't look a total nobhead trying to out it back together again at the other end….
– Over-feeding the cat – Mojo is clearly not a fan of anchovies or mustardy ham (surprise!) but is a dab hand at wolfing down the leftover duck – mind you, she had to fight me for it first – god that roasty quacker was GOOD
– And generally becoming all the more lardy and immobile in readiness for the inevitable January diet-a-thon..boo.
On that note – off to visit the fridge before I leave the cripple to fend for himself for a few hours while I (and half of Britain) hit the shops: New black boots and hopefully a non-Michelin man lookalike puffa jacket, here I come!
Sx