All appearances to the contrary, I have not been drinking. The reindeer ear-thingy-antler-whatsits belong to The Neph … they play a Christmas medley and have flashing lights. I do believe, if used for an extended period of time (say, ten minutes) they could lead to suicide or climbing a clocktower … Why are they on my head? Because (a) they are shiny, and (b) it embarrassed The Neph and I have apparently reached the age where I enjoy embarrassing young people. Wow, it happened a lot sooner than I thought it would. The kid, to his credit, recovered quickly with “I think most of those presents must be for me. I have an instinct about these things, y’know.”
But I digress …
Christmas has been declared ‘on’ here … usually, we are a 25th December Christmas family but, due to a range of circumstances, tomorrow will be too busy to allow the usual present-delivery, wrapping-paper-destruction maelstrom that occurs Chez Slatter. So we did a Christmas eve demolition … loads of awesome presently goodness, including an AMAZING necklace from Second Brain and fab earrings from Housemate (which are typewriter keys from an old Remington) – photos to follow tomorrow when the flash doesn’t keep blinding me. Also included in the gravy boat of awesome were the following:
Proof, if of nothing else, that my family has known me for too long.
* My father and I always finish the sherry trifle for breakfast on Boxing Day. It’s just what we do. Let us have our traditions.
Today was allll about the ham. Big, beautiful, charcoal-roasted ham dressed with sweet soy, sesame, chili and clove. Mmm. Somewhere, a dead pig has been given automatic entrance into the highest levels of the afterlife for the glory of its sacrifice…
…but trifles are nice too. Especially the alcoholic ones. Have you tried slipping a little brandy into the mix while your mum’s back is turned?
Mmmmmm, ham.