It’s Christmas Day so L and I exchange sports gear as is the
custom. Running shoes and cycling shorts for him, cycling trousers and swimming
goggles for her. I suppose the incredibly sexy ankle boots that I also got her were
a bit of a departure as that relates to a physical sport of a different nature.
The customary Christmas Lunchtime pint takes place, as last
year, in the Horse and Jockey at Stapleford, which is packed. Sadly also
overrun with Christmas jumpers.
Then it’s back home for tapas and roast lamb with Daughter
and the boys. Some folk are having Zebra apparently, so by comparison we are
almost traditional.
(Friday 25th December)
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