As promised, some photographs of our Christmas breakfast. Two whirling dervish children came across the garden at 8.30am, their parents were just moments behind them. They, and The Writer, joined us for gift opening and breakfast. It was chaotic and fun. Everyone got fed and everyone seemed happy with their gifts.
We had a simple, kitchen breakfast, but everyone got something they enjoyed. Eggs in pots for Alice, while Hector and Richard opted for bacon rolls, one on granary, the other white, sauteed mushrooms and garlic on bruschetta for The Writer, while Merry opted for cereal. Everything was washed down with orange juice, Prosecco, Bucks Fizz, or blackcurrant juice according to taste.
Hector adored the Christmas crackers and took delight in reading out all the corny jokes, something he couldn't quite achieve last year.
The Writer took lots of photographs, so did Max. I have hopes that most of The Writer's do not feature me because unfortunately, Max's do...sorry.
For a while everything was a blur of wrapping paper being whipped off and exclamations of delight or puzzlement.
Hector was thrilled with his Monopoly, Star Wars Edition.
While young Merry was thrilled with her dolls house furniture. She played for a long time, ignoring everything else, lost in her own little world.
It has been a fun-filled morning. Now everyone has gone home, the dishes have been done. Order restored. The rest of the day is our own.
Max and I plan to chill out, read our new books, walk the dog, have a little more Prosecco and relax.
We miss you both so much - but we'll do something fun in the summer!
Love to you,
Mum and Dad
xxx
