Sunday arrived bright and sunny

we went on a visit to Pessac Baptist Church, the nearest church to us and the easiest to get to - just no 44 bus to Unitec, then walk to the church. I introduced Pat and Catrin to the bus driver, who I had seen three times this week, the first time in the company of a lady who he assumed was my wife but in reality I had just met her for the first time. Funny the impressions people get...

Anyway after the service, where we sang Christmas Carols with great gusto,, we hustled back home ready for Gwilym, Sally and Harriette to arrive for lunch of quiche, salad etc...

Quiches out, turkey in. We'd hunted in the the carcass for the giblets and found only the neck, so we replaced it with halved clementines, enclosed it in foil then popped it in the oven for an improbably short 3 hours, which on our oven means pressing the button three times...

Three LONG hours later out came the turkey, impeccably cooked. As I carved it I found the giblets, tucked under the skin at the neck end... Oh well.

Move the tables. Observe. Move the tables again. ... Hmm. That will do. Place chairs. People start to arrive with festive food. One couple were fashionably late. It's Christmas, we'll wait for them.

Joy to the World, Hark the Herald, See Amid the Winter Snow, Joy has Dawned upon the World. Matthew 2 - The kings and the King ! Then festivities.

Monday morning we were like wet rags.

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