We toodled up to the Pub. It was heaving with builders coming for the firm's Xmas dinner. It made it hard for the Fox to hear. Nonetheless there was good cheer. Al, our gardener, was taking a break from the Christmas baking. He comes from a family of bakers so that's his domain, especially at this time of year. Phil, the Whizz Kid, is full of the news of his twin grand-daughters, born just days ago. In came Paul & Cheryl with tales of their hens with their red Santa hats. Russell, the pie-maker, popped in for a brief respite. He was going to have to be up baking at 4am today. Pies are disappearing like hot cakes apparently. He cheerily told me not to burn the turkey. PD was full of invitations for us to pop round some time over the Christmas period. He still regrets that we won't agree to seeing the New Year in at his house. Good spirits abound. We had the news that the stopping & restarting of his heart had not worked for Rob, the landlord, though he had at least successfully revived (which he had feared) & is now safely home again. But even that did not stop the good cheer.
Once home we dug into a very nice minced lamb pie, homemade of course.
After dinner, we watched "The Andy Williams Christmas Show" on BBC4, a half hour of festive song. This we followed with an excellent bottle of Vouvray to the sounds of Dusty Springfield.
Suddenly the world is looking more festive.
Which reminds me of the most important part of this blog. I suspect I won't be writing tomorrow, so I shall take this opportunity to wish all my readers
A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL
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