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Our turkey for eight to ten adults, ordered in an optimistic time when we thought we'd have four guests for Christmas, has been going down well and we're actually getting through it OK. We had another Christmas lunch today and then turkey toasted sandwiches for dinner. And I am not yet sick of turkey. Two more turkey based meals and I think we'll have done it.
I felt a bit headachy and bilious when I took the kids for a ramble to get them out of the house, but I think that was more to do with a couple of glasses of wine at lunch and some Christmas pudding.
The wine we had today didn't have posh written on it, so I guess it wasn't all that classy. It did have a post-it note on it saying it was for Christmas, so maybe that is a sign of quality. I preferred it to the posh one as it happens.
My parents sent us some pictures of their solo Christmas dinner - the first one they have possibly ever had, but certainly they have not been alone in the almost six decades since they had kids. They had put out everyone's name plates round their table (these were made by my nephew around thirty years ago). No, there's something in your eye.
Grown ups were a bit tired by the afternoon and there was one impressive toddler melt-down where Ernie gave himself a nose bleed because he was so cross (who knows about what). He told his sister that she had ruined his life (I wonder where he heard that phrase) because she didn't want him to go into a den she'd made out of a little building game that Ernie had got for Christmas. Sad to have had his life ruined so young. I hope he can find the strength to get through the next 80 years of his spoiled life.
Everything was cool again by bedtime so maybe he'll reassess the situation.
It's been a remarkably harmonious Yuletide (and given the circumstances the family and marriage have survived 2020 in good shape - I hope). Christmases can merge into one, with the same cast of characters and too much alcohol, but I think I will remember this one more sharply.
Tonight we played our new Christmas card game, Exploding Kittens which I enjoyed very much. It's simple to learn, yet sophisticated enough to allow for all sorts of strategy and subterfuge and even when victory seems certain you can turn things around. Very cleverly put together with proper wittiness. It's the best card game I've played since Pooman. And there's no running around in it, if that makes a difference. We also started a late night jigsaw, because my life is high-octane. It's stuff like this that will make this an unforgettable year.
I like doing jigsaws. Deal with it.
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