The Gospel According to St Delia Part II
(but to be honest after I had ingested a fair amount of the 'blue magic bottle' I had, by this time, lost count)
but sausages and bacon rolls were spiked in all their host and gruesome pink glory in the sixth hour
and thus the turkey and all the trimmings were finished and the work ended.
And that hour blessed - the table decorations 'enhanced' with the doctor of pepper and the jar of sauce of cranberry - and the crackers pulled and champagne drunk...
...and I ceased to care about anything very much at all.
Has anyone else noticed that paper crowns are actually quite warm?
To quote the great Raymond Briggs - a very merry bloomin' Christmas to you all...