done & dusted

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Christmas began peacefully, although my fancy dress was admired too much by a very muddy and overexcited dog, and a Baby Niece with food to throw around. Turkey with all the trimmings, four winning rows on a scratchcard {don't get excited, 'twas only a grand total of a fiver}, crackers and hats, the Logo game, Bailey's, too many chocolates and far too many presents. Father Christmas was generous and amazing this year. Boxing Day brought with it travels to Mumsy's house, three {growing up too quickly} nephews, intelligent conversation, snobbery, much biting of tongues, more food, more generosity from the Big Red Man and a very long game of Totopoly, which my littlest nephew {aged ten} and I won. Whoop! Yesterday morning found me baking bread. Baby Niece came for tea and to admire my tree and my cats. Yes, more food. My belly is fat now. The cats have recovered. This morning I was awoken by the wafting of delicious cookie smells. Husband has been baking. MORE food! I shall be rolling back to work next week. A football match this afternoon will be followed by three days of doing nothing but recovering from all the exhausting shenanigans. Goodbye, Christmas. Thank you for visiting. It was fabulous to see you and share in the delights which you bring.