Christmas for me, as it has been for the past ten years, consists of family and friends. Three families every year get together and celebrate with a mammoth feast of everything piled into one meal.
We start with champagne…
and lots of it!
We set the table, bring the chairs up from the cellar, talk and laugh – a lot.
And you want to know the best part? Look who followed me out here!
B! It seems he thought six months without me was just a little too long, so made the move to France too. (insert big smile here)
Everyone makes an effort.
BB (my Baby Brother)
Sophie (the younger sister)
Annette and my Dad
Lilidh (the older sister), Elissa and Sophie.
The table is set with the finest silver and crystal and the fire roars away in the corner.
When we’ve taken enough photos, we sit down and gorge ourselves on a starter of mushroom soup, the crispiest most succulent turkey, crunchiest roast potatoes, smooth mashed potatoes, carrots, broccoli, bread sauce, cranberry sauce and lashings of gravy!
I was so busy eating I didn’t get a chance to take pictures, hopefully my description of all the incredible foods will suffice along with pictures of us after too many sips of the bubbles.
Every year I tell myself I’m going to eat a little less and every year the food is so good that I end up like the poor stuffed turkey on my plate, in a food coma. After dinner, we collapse on the sofas wrapped in sheepskin rugs and watch the Christmas episode of Downton Abbey.
Mossy got her share of the Roast as well as more than enough Christmas cuddles.
Jack disappeared into his Christmas presents.
Susan got a well deserved rest after cooking the entire meal (for 14 people) by herself as she does every year.
Then we all drift off at one point or another and leave the washing up to the men.
