We had a lovely Christmas day from the moment The Little Princes woke to the moment we went back to bed. The Little Princes tore into their presents and squeeled with joy at the choices Santa made for them. They were equally as excited on the drive home because pressie opening would begin again as soon as they entered Mother's door. We think Rudolf must have had trouble with our Eldest Prince, because her little nose was so red I'm sure Santa would have been following her little beacon instead of Rudolf's, because even with balsalm tissues her nose was shinier than all the lights in Turriff.
Preparation was simple, we got the soup, so My Beloved had made it on Christmas Eve, mainly due to the fact that The Eldest Princes does not like broth, and had asked her Daddy to make her soup to take home to Mother's House.
So we left The House of Mather, and travelled great distance to Glenfor Crescent, little Buba was in his command centre, duly named by his Mumma, and he was wearing his Santa outfit, gorgeous.
Lunch began with our favourite people, and was slowly eaten whilst chatting and cooing over Buba who decided to wake after the starters, he wanted in on the action, and who can blame him. Second change of the day for Buba, and this time he was an elf, all gorgeous and green, with his own name emblazend on his hat. From all the scratch cards, and lottery tickets that were placed in our wine glasses, not one millionaire was made, total winnings was £4.00 but don't quote me, I don't do numbers.
We dismantled the tables, and tidied away the leftovers, of which there are many, and we rested our bellies on comfy seats, Oh god I had forgotten how comfy a sofa could be, I felt like I was getting a hug in a mug from that sofa, and I wasn't even listing to one side.
His and Hers logo, those boys are bloody cheats, NO boys spanner and wrench are not the same, and if the answer says spanner you cant win on wrench. Girls turn, name all four members of the Rolling Stones, simples, well it would have been if the boys had not been cheating, Mick Jagger, Ronnie Wood, Keith Richards and Charlie Watt......................they didn't give us the point because Charlie is a Watts not a Watt, cheats, cheats, cheats.
The boys won, and none to graciously, but they are boys. we love them, and they would only sulk if they didn't win!
Pimms was made and drank throughout the game, chewing on grass is not my favourite pastime, it gets in the way of the alcohol, but it was moved to the side of the glass and drinking could recommence. My Beloved began to get tired and we decided it was time to say our goodbyes and our thank yous for a lovely day, we began the slow walk home, on turning the Glenfor corner we were confronted by the loudest display of Christmas lights I have ever seen, I thought my eyes were going to bleed, its no wonder we have been getting power surges, I now know where all the electrickery was going, to fire up those Christmas Lights which must be driving the neighbours mad.
We watched the Goonies before trundeling up the stairs to our lovely bed, bellies full, happy faces, and very very tired.
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