Merry Christmas my dear friends!
I do love to sticky beak into how people spend their Christmases. I’ll go first.
I don’t care what Claridges do with their tree (although you are right Naomi, this year’s burberry umbrella theme was disappointing), my favourite Christmas tree will always be Grandads, with 225 degree views of The Range.
If you stand at the right angle at night, you can see 8 Christmas trees reflecting off the windows.
The perfect backdrop for Christmas Eve carols.
And Christmas Eve dinner.
Start with 2 kilos of prawns…
Click your fingers and…
(just pretend the the entree fork is straight)
I feel we are close enough by now for me to share with you what my husband gave me for Christmas. My sweet husband. Now believe me, he is a kind, thoughtful man, who I love dearly…. but he brought me 10 Personal Training Sessions!!! I laughed … and I laughed… and then I cried. I haven’t exercised in 6 years, and I had no intentions of starting anytime soon.
My exercise plan had involved wearing stretchy dresses, like this one from Asos, and Spanx.
But, glass half full- knowing I had all those personal training sessions, I indulged on Christmas Day…
And look who’s started walking in time for Christmas?
(will somebody please put some pants on that child?!)
My eldest was given a walkie talkie for Christmas and is so excited as he can use it with his cousin, who lives 1 kilometre away from our new house!
Boxing day test match…
And that was our Christmas 2015. Somewhere in the middle of all that, we moved into our new house, removed the 50 year old carpets, nails and staples, unpacked and cleaned the old house.
So what did you get up to?