To work off last night’s festive meal and to prepare for
tonight’s festive meal there’s the workout of a festive lie-in. Then in case
that’s not enough, we do a festive gym session. It is almost a year since I last
went.
The City Council rather un-festively turn off most of the
equipment, meaning there’s a queue for the lone exercise bike. So I open with a
1k row before finally getting a bike to do 10k there. Then after some leg weights,
I attempt a 1k run. Nothing snaps.
Tonight’s meal is with Son in Leamington at the White Horse.
His girlfriend has already departed for home but we are again joined by L’s parents
and younger brother. We pre-enact Christmas Day, exchanging presents. The
Ox-cheek pie isn’t bad even if it isn’t actually a pie. A pie is not a pie if it
is served in a dish.
There are leftovers for the boys and presents for under the
tree. As soon as we get home Doggo fixes his gaze on the doggie mince pies that
he knows are among them.
(Sunday 21st December)
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