As I’ve said in previous years, I’m no great fan of
Christmas. The few days before are great but then after the frivolity of
Christmas Eve and to a lesser extent Christmas Day everything just drops off the cliff a bit, for me at least.
Boxing Day as ever starts with the Furnace Run on Darley
Park in Derby. The Lad makes his debut this year with me, while MD runs with
Daughter.
Then we drop Daughter at her father’s with her treating us,
as last year, to a ‘Baileys’ in the Nags Head. Although she is the only one
actually drinking Baileys.
Then we’re free of family and able to do our own thing. We
had promised ourselves to do our own Christmas Day today but that’s not as easy
as you think. The few curry places that were doing Christmas Day don’t seem to
be doing Boxing Day and anyway, I ate that much yesterday I’m not sure I could
do it justice.
So instead we walk the dogs over to Beeston, which is
something we used to do years ago when Doggo was still a fit boy, and we go in
the Crown. It’s quite busy though and we’re squashed in a corner in the back
room, but the Lad still has a great time... so we don't overstay our welcome.
(Wednesday 26th December)
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