Done for another year

For the annual ramblings, go to the 6 December post

We had a quiet Christmas Day at home with Martyn’s sister Sandra.  We’d got a gammon joint and a chicken from our usual suppliers, boiled the former on Christmas Eve, and roasted the latter on the day.  Ham sandwiches at lunchtime, followed by mince pies with tea.  Roast chicken with stacks of veggies for dinner.  No Christmas pud, though: Martyn made raspberry pavlovas, so we felt nicely fed but not overly so.  

I’d booked tickets for the pantomime on Boxing Day, and we certainly enjoyed it: all well scripted, acted and ad-libbed by an amazing pantomime dame.  All a bit spoiled, though, by disco lighting and exaggerated amplification.  Though it wasn’t that well attended, the audience made enough noise to make it a success.  

I’d charged the car a couple of nights earlier, and to my huge embarrassment, it wouldn’t start for our trip to the Assembly Hall, so Sandra had to drive.  ‘Place card on zone, and press start’.  What bloody zone?  Where?  I later found the car’s g-spot, so we’re mobile again.  Handy, since it was parked in front of the garage, thus ruling out the chance to use Martyn’s car.  I start to hanker after software-free driving sometimes.

We’d planned a family party for today, but for one reason and another had to cancel at the last minute.  So the freezers remain pretty full, and we’ll reconvene some time in the spring.