Oman: ah, Christmas

Another Christmas in Oman and once again, it has not snowed. After feeding the cats at about 5.30 a.m., I found Master M on the sofa, unable to sleep from excitement. The whole family was up by 8 o’clock (the only occasion in the calendar year) and the sound of shredding wrapping paper was soon drowning out the well-worn drone of mother’s Christmas CD.

The familiar smell of Christmas dinner began to creep its way around the house and a few hours later, an enormous ostrich-like creature sat on the table for a bit of a breather before dissection. I must retract all previous comments about mother’s lack of cooking and inability to locate the kitchen cooker as she pulled out all the stops for this Christmas dinner. Quite magnificent.

In the evening, following the traditional post-meal state of unconsciousness, we played one of Flossie's favourite games, 'Scene It.' The boys beat the girls.