Well it's Christmas day and I have spent an entire day trying not to feel sorry for myself and doing a pretty good job of it too.
I sent about a hundred cards, text messages out to my nearest and dearest plus at least two hundred messages on various websites and chat forums before I met up with the family for a lavish feast.
The most tenderest cuts of meat, a thick cranberry sauce, roasted parsnips and carrots that I personally detest but smelled great, light and fluffy yorkshire puds, duck fat roasted potatoes, broccoli and the ever present brussel sprouts heralded the first truly scrummy home cooked meal I have had in many a month and had me heading back for seconds regardless of what the afters may be.
( Yes, if you haven't already guessed it, this is gonna be a long one, but it's my blog and I'll write whatever I damn well chose to and if you dont like it you can go surf for something else ).
So anyway, there we were at the dinner table and I told them about the impromtu game of charades that our friend Doug made famous with his audible and highly dubious ghost and dinosaur impressions and before I knew i was doing it, I mimicked the blackadder charades sketch and then launched us into our own game. It was great.
