Rapha1979
Really Experienced
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Christmas never loses its lustre. Note the British spelling there.
Family, friends, good food, good wine, no work worries.
In fact, it gets better. My kids are so ridiculously excited by it that I can’t fail to share their joy. It’s the one time of the year that it’s easiest to hit the reset button and have time to really remember the important stuff. Plus I have stupidly generous family who shower me with the best gifts. What’s not to like?
The routine is the same every year. I cook lunch for my parents, my wife’s parents and my wife’s aunt and uncle. I provided the main meal, they bring wine, cheese, dessert and other goodies. Then over to my sister in the Sussex countryside for Boxing Day (I always cycle the 80-odd km to work off the excess of the day before) for a mega buffet and loads of champagne. Cycle back the following day and try not to be sick getting over the South Downs having had a full English breakfast and nursing a hangover from hell. Then see various other family and friends before hosting 15 people for new year.
Bloody hell. I wish it was December now.
Family, friends, good food, good wine, no work worries.
In fact, it gets better. My kids are so ridiculously excited by it that I can’t fail to share their joy. It’s the one time of the year that it’s easiest to hit the reset button and have time to really remember the important stuff. Plus I have stupidly generous family who shower me with the best gifts. What’s not to like?
The routine is the same every year. I cook lunch for my parents, my wife’s parents and my wife’s aunt and uncle. I provided the main meal, they bring wine, cheese, dessert and other goodies. Then over to my sister in the Sussex countryside for Boxing Day (I always cycle the 80-odd km to work off the excess of the day before) for a mega buffet and loads of champagne. Cycle back the following day and try not to be sick getting over the South Downs having had a full English breakfast and nursing a hangover from hell. Then see various other family and friends before hosting 15 people for new year.
Bloody hell. I wish it was December now.
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