We are being treated to Sunday lunch in the Vernon Arms by my wife’s parents today, so we cram our cleaning tasks into the morning – my wife keeps herself busy with laundry and preparing a dessert to take with us for Christmas Eve dinner at her eldest son’s house, while I sort out the log situation and get the fire lit and the floor vacuumed before we stroll across the road for our meal.
We have a very relaxed couple of hours in the pub, enjoy a cracking roast dinner and several pints of Abbot Ale, and even stay to listen to some live music before heading home to chuck a couple more logs on the fire and take the dog out to stretch her legs.
We decide to watch a festive film and then get an early night, and fail on both counts (my wife fell asleep halfway through the film, and it was getting on for midnight by the time we got to bed).