
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.
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honestly was there not a better photo to put on christmas day????????
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