HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS TO ANYONE READING THIS. Now we are in the much needed quiet zone between Christmas and New Year, with many of us slightly befuddled that our New Year’s Eve plans are allowed to go ahead. No doubt our Welsh and Scottish friends will be joining us!
We had a fantastic Christmas. It was my year to have the kids and my two siblings and family so we were all delighted to find that our planned gathering of fifteen family members at my house actually happened, given the amount of Covid we were dodging left, right and centre. A number of us had Covid in the days leading up to Christmas, so we were having to do regular tests but we were all clear by the time I picked my mother up on the 23rd December. Of course I worried every time the kids went out in the days before Christmas – especially when my youngest went off on his much planned pub crawl, reassuring me that the thirteen mates would be totally safe going to thirteen different pubs. At least, for a change, given the low level of punters the pubs didn’t seem to mind welcoming them. To be honest, my mother didn’t seem to be remotely fussed – she was just desperate to be with us all after another strange and difficult year for most of us, dominated by Covid and it’s many variants. It’s been a tumultuous year and the second year that the entire world has shared something together.
So here’s a little photo summary of our day:-
Christmas Eve champagne:-
My mother, raring to go at the head of the family tablecloth:-
My son, joining her:-
My other two kids with her:-
The full 15 of us (don’t judge the food presentation, it just needed to stay hot!):-
The After Eight Game (great for all ages):-
The requisite pissed photo of me with my brothers:-
Most of us at midnight – we managed quite a few more hours of drinking, singing and dancing after that, but I’m not sure the photos are of interest to anyone else!