Christmas Day starts at around 5am with the sound of our youngest granddaughter running around upstairs – I bury my head under the covers and manage to stay in bed until about 6.45am, when everyone else is getting up and preparing for the day ahead.
The entire family congregates at my wife’s eldest son’s house where breakfast is served and the present giving commences. Chaos ensues for several hours, and I escape for an hour or so by returning to Southrepps to collect some of our saucepans (we forgot them yesterday, and they are required for the preparation of the Christmas meal). We eat our Christmas dinner quite late in the day (around 5pm), and then slump in front of the telly, stuffing ourselves with chocolates and other essential food groups.