Paris at Christmas is much less exciting than London, provided that said excitement is measured in quantities of tinsel, kerbside Santas fragrant with cheap sherry and mindless, endless repetitions of Frosty the Snowman in the Oxford Street drizzle.
British Christmases were always rather jolly with turkey, mince pies, crackers which often failed to explode and paper hats which fell down over Uncle Dick's nose as he slept off the excesses in front of the TV at three o'clock watching HM tell us how much she loved being Queen and so on.
Here, we'll be doing things a little differently and making something special for Christmas Eve which will look a little bit like this. Nice.
Hope your day was lovely and the food as perfect as the menu implies. Merry Bah!Humbug, MathMan.
ReplyDeleteBah? Humbug? Dear me, whatever next. I was festive and jolly throughout. Ho, ho, ho.
ReplyDeleteHope you and the wrinklies saved me a paper hat. I promise I'll wear it in church...