Phew! Up at 5.30 to dress the turkey, more chopping, lots of cooking, and dinner was finally plated up at 2.15. A few collywobbles about timing, but by all accounts, a culinary success.
With club runs taking a holiday I was hoping to burn some of this off with a solo run in the evening, but once I’d fallen into the armchair, I knew there was no chance of that happening. Not to worry: Sean is planning a run on Thursday and Grace has one in mind for tomorrow afternoon, so there’ll be plenty of opportunity to get some miles under my belt.
In the meantime, I’m looking forward to reading these, a few of my Christmas presents from Fiona.
And I’m sure the girls won’t mind me using one of their pressies now and again. I think I might be needing it!