We Are So Traditional

It’s a tradition for us to exchange presents a midnight and Daughter gets home from her Christmas Eve festivities with ten minutes to spare. L and I have long since fallen asleep in a Tuck induced haze but we’re all soon up, rubbing our bleary eyes, dogs included.

After presents it’s back to bed and chance to recover before the traditional Christmas Day drinks, which this year take place at the Horse and Jockey in Stapleford. Whilst there L speaks to Son who is in a pub in Stoke drinking beer... blimey.

We go all Spanish for our Christmas dinner. I’ve no idea what they actually have in Spain but we have selection of Spanish tapas meats to start followed by Scallops and chorizo with garlic mushrooms and crushed potatoes. We are so traditional.

We were going to have Christmas Pudding for afterwards but L has made the most amazing Bakewell pudding/tart. So we fill up on that instead.

Then it’s time for another tradition, falling asleep in front of Doctor Who. Although I actual I resist this year. The falling asleep that is, I actually quite enjoy it and it has nothing do with Jenna Coleman of course.

(Wednesday 25^th December)