Happy Christmas everyone.
I an writing this on the worse side of Christmas lunch: turkey, spuds, sprouts, carrots, parsnips, bread sauce, Christmas pud, and a great Italian cake thanks to the graduate student who joined us.
Long standing readers of this blog will know that I am a bit of a fan of Christmas. I particularly like the way it is a ritual of pleasure that somehow manages to trump other obligations. I was sitting in the library yesterday afternoon around three o'clock (going through the excellent copy-editors suggestions on my Laughter book), and the imperative to go home and "do Christmas" suddenly trumped the imperative to finish the corrections.
We'd been doing the tree for a few days ( and the last few days have added some excellent decorations, from the USA and Edinburgh). And there had been some last minute work on the Christmas cake (thanks to the daughter).
By and large, though, the day's rituals played out accrding to our own invented traditions -- to the letter. Up at 8.30, and make the stuffings, light the fire, sort out the pudding, and get the turkey in the over c. 11.00. Just after 11.00 open a bottle of champagne and sit down to the present opening (we had read an article in the paper to the effect that 11.6% of the nation had had their first drink by 11.00 am on Christmas day, and we were determined to be in the soberer 89%).
Then it is bread sauce making, vegetable peeling, shoving more in the oven, more booze (a lot), until Her Maj's speech (rather a lot of ribaldry this yesr), and sit down at 3.30.
This is the pud!
Then a movie on dvd (largely slept through by yours truly).
And now I have recovered enopugh to watch the Downton Christmas special, and to ring Samuel (our S Sudanese friend who was with us last Christmas and has just managed to leave Juba and get to Kampala).
And tomorrow it will be back to those corrections. Great to have a day off though.
Here is the boy at more important things