Merry and Happy Christmas!
Well, it's awfully late and I can barely keep my eyes open after wrapping all of the presents and playing Santa. Today my parents arrived from Canada and we had a great time looking for my mother's medication all afternoon and nearly heading out the door to go to the walk-in and pay £80 to see the doctor before she found the bottles in her purse, the place she thought she had put them before the flight. Said Mr. Swelle "Now I understand where you get it from." Tomorrow is the big turkey dinner so tonight I made a monkfish dish that could have been right out of a 1970s French restaurant. It had wine, cream and saffron. Only there wasn't quite enough fish despite me asking for a quantity for four adults and a child who eats as much fish as an adult. So about an hour after dinner I was hungry again and made some popcorn and ate most of the bag. Not smart as I've never tolerated large quantities of popcorn very well. In fact, it's agonising. And tonight is no exception. As I write this I am on and off doubled over in a most unpleasant discomfort, one that has me anticipating dreams of elves stabbing me in the lower abdomen with sharpened candy canes.
On that note I wish you all who are celebrating it, a very happy Christmas (as they say in England) and a very merry Christmas (as we say in Canada). I'll never get used to 'Happy Christmas' but it's not a bad thing now, is it? Be happy and merry, and hopefully cramp free!! (That's a little peak at our tree above, it's a white tree with arctic blue bulbs, naturally.)