Grapefruit prep was my first job of the day, assembling it alongside the other usual breakfast suspects of gammon and fried eggs. From there the Christmas day rhythm fall into place, opening presents being next on the agenda. I unwrapped a very elegant ceramic coffee dripper alongside a lovely new jumper, no doubt I'll amass plenty of compliments for once I'm back at work. By far, the most surprising gift was from Louis in the form of a framed digital painting of our cat which Rebecca was truly bowled over by. We'll have to figure out a good place to hang it back at home because it is genuinely excellent.
Christmas dinner soon followed, which we shared alongside our Ukrainian Lodgers for the third year on the trot. All the trimmings, plus some bonafide pigs in blankets were dished, then snaffled up. Dad and I brought the Christmas pud in to ignite table side to the delight of everyone - no singed eyebrows either which is a big win. Full on gravy, turkey and two puddings we retired to the sofa, catching Some Like It Hot, a film so good we had to watch the whole thing. Then, the main attraction, Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowel - the latest claymation escapade from Aardman which is just what Christmas Day called for - perhaps it was a bit too gentle for my tastes, but it was a fun ride.
Another Christmas down now, the boot of my car will be brimming with great gifts that'll ensure I start 2025 off in good stead. Once again, I hope everyone got the Christmas they deserve.
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