A pleasant weekend was had by all. On Saturday we visited the International Half Man, Half Fish of Tax and his family for a festive feast (well, I had a curry and Bobo had chicken chow mein). Yesterday we had lunch with the Christmas-mad-Mahoneys, although what Jo does with her wedding dress on her anniversary needs careful attention and probably therapy. We then went to see the Turners and had a lovely bit of afternoon tea.
Which is all very nice. I am feeling more festive now, even if the weather in London isn’t (think not too cold but very, very, wet). With a couple of mince pies and the odd glass of port tomorrow I may even really get into the swing of things.
Mind you, we are staying at Perry mansions on Christmas Eve and I for one am not looking forward to HP and Charlie Perry being full of Christmas fun at some unfeasibly early hour of the next day. Unless they accompany the pre-dawn wake up call with a cup of coffee of course.
Oh and a perhaps a recitation of "You can’t really dust for vomit", or perhaps "It’s such a fine line between stupid, and clever."