We watched the sun sink over the western horizon at the beach on this beautiful Christmas Day. The sky is still clear and blue, the rain is nowthere to be seen and although a little cold it is pleasant to be out. Our walk to the beach is a preamble to pudding.
The roast turkey, glazed ham, roast potatoes, red cabbage, sprouts, carrots, pigs in blankets, stuffing, bread sauce and cranberry sauce were most triumphant. A successful brother sister partnership. Dad fell asleep before lunch but didn't spill any Prosecco. Slowly does it on the wine, only just starting our second bottle of Rioja. But there's a long way to go.
Christmas pudding and cheese will come forth later. The most important things is we are all healthy, alive and kicking. That seemed a distant prayer this time last year.
As is my wont on this festive day I will keep it short. Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year when we get there.
Goodnight.
I Heard a Voice.
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