A day of spills and thrills
Dec. 25th, 2013 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylA gentle start to the day with my usual run, during which I saw a large number of keen runners doing circuits of the park presumably as part of an organised attempt to create a calorific deficit ahead of an epic Christmas lunch. The peace was broken by the arrival of my sister's family, who'd managed to work themselves into a frenzy of excitement — apparently my sister had barely slept at all because the children kept on waking her up to tell her how many hours remained until they were going to have their presents.
The gift-giving started out well with the semi-controlled distribution of presents:
But the calm was not to last, things became more frantic and somehow — no-one seems to know exactly — pater managed to break an entire bottle of red wine ion a drawing room carpet. The cream-coloured drawing room carpet. Ooops.
Which isn't quite as bad as it sounds: the carpet is due to be replaced at some point in the near future and, thanks to my sister's prompt actions, the damage wasn't quite as bad as it might have been.
With the disaster behind us and boisterous spirits appropriately dampened, we resumed the dishing out of gifts without any further catastrophes:
Once the giving was over, I went to back to bed and slept until lunch time when I came down for my usual Christmas faire — potatoes and carrots — while the others loaded up on turkey, ham, stuffing, sprouts, bread sauce and the rest of it. My oldest nephew, perhaps feeling the effects of his sleepless night, decided that he wasn't terribly hungry and took himself off to the study to spend most of the rest of the day in front of the computer.
After my sister's departure, the more mobile of us went for a brisk walk around the park, returning in time for mater to watch Call the Midwife. We had a light supper — salmon scrambled egg for the others, bread and cheese for me — and called it a rather successful day.
The gift-giving started out well with the semi-controlled distribution of presents:
But the calm was not to last, things became more frantic and somehow — no-one seems to know exactly — pater managed to break an entire bottle of red wine ion a drawing room carpet. The cream-coloured drawing room carpet. Ooops.
Which isn't quite as bad as it sounds: the carpet is due to be replaced at some point in the near future and, thanks to my sister's prompt actions, the damage wasn't quite as bad as it might have been.
With the disaster behind us and boisterous spirits appropriately dampened, we resumed the dishing out of gifts without any further catastrophes:
Once the giving was over, I went to back to bed and slept until lunch time when I came down for my usual Christmas faire — potatoes and carrots — while the others loaded up on turkey, ham, stuffing, sprouts, bread sauce and the rest of it. My oldest nephew, perhaps feeling the effects of his sleepless night, decided that he wasn't terribly hungry and took himself off to the study to spend most of the rest of the day in front of the computer.
After my sister's departure, the more mobile of us went for a brisk walk around the park, returning in time for mater to watch Call the Midwife. We had a light supper — salmon scrambled egg for the others, bread and cheese for me — and called it a rather successful day.
