Christmas day with The Family is quite a traditional day. Not in terms of the traditional Christmas Day but in terms of how it is for The Family: a tradition I have been fortunate to have been part of for the last eight Christmases. There is always the Christmas stocking. Carol in Cairns happened to mention a Slinky in her post a few days ago. I had a Slinky. My children had a Slinky. When I have
grand children they shall have a Slinky. What did I find in my stocking? You guessed it: a Slinky. All I need to find now is some stairs down which to let it run.
After the traditional breakfast (which for various reasons turned out to be at lunchtime but no one cared) of freshly baked croissants with bacon, eggs, bananas and maple syrup we embarked on a game of 7 Wonders. It is somewhere between a card game and a board game and is very complicated. Although I'd never heard of it is a very popular game. Jamie seems to have played it around the world and did the tutoring and the count-up at the end which seemed even more complicated than the game. The scores were pretty close which was understandable given that I don't think a single one of us (bar Jamie who was too busy explaining things) understood what was going on.
After all that I came back to The Cottage for a respite (and to make, by popular demand, a version of a prawn cocktail for starters before a huge lamb roast).
The rest of The Family enjoyed the pool and the spa:
Catriona is now the proud owner of a sewing machine. Now I know where to go when I need my sewing done.
And now for Christmas Dinner.