Sigh
Same here but prolly for a different reason. The first ever Christmas dinner I've cooked was a feckin' disaster. Consoling myself by slowly demolishing a bottle of Ardmore ...
Agreed. Helped the grandchildren open presents, proper old-fashioned Christmas dinner, watched the Queen on tele and then out for a walk in the sunshine. Sometimes I forget I'm a Christmas grump.
Got up at 6.30, worked until about 2.30 then opened presents and we;'ve just demolished the Turkey while on a nice bottle of Bodega Rioja. Sadly, up at 6.30 for workings again tomorrow.