Well, preparing and eating Xmas dinner was good. Lifted the spirits. Doing stuff turns out to be a good tonic for gloomy torpor. Who knew!?
Chester’s still confined to quarters, whilst his most recent wound – which got infected this time – heals. He seems much better/happier. The puncture marks have healed, and the swelling around the wound is going down.
The food was delicious. The duck wasn’t too dry at all. In fact, she was succulent. Poss thanks to a whole quartered orange stuffed inside?
The roast ‘taters came out top trumps, n’ all. As did the gravy. The latter made with the water from boiling the spuds, and the juices from the duck. Mmmm!
I’ve imbibed a couple of bottles o’ Shipyard ale. Teresa had a glass of alcohol free mulled wine.
It’s now time for the post-prandial feet up. And also to open some pressies…
Got some bangin’ Xmas choons on…
Some time later, we had a little helping of Xmas pud with double cream. So rich! And opened a load of pressies.
We watched a good chunk of Carry On Matron, which I interrupted in order to take a nice hot bath. Lovely!
And now, Teresa’s talking to her folks – Jean (mum) and Ruth (sister) – and I’ve come upstairs, to bed. It’s 5 pm…