That’s better. I resisted. Not the mince pie – just the stilton.
If you think my moaning means the Knapper household had a miserable Christmas, think again. The day itself (celebrated as a pagan midwinter festival) was joyous and carefree. We ate too much, I drank too much, our grandson Jack Junior had too many toys.
Boxing Day was a long walk and then a long slump in front of the telly. And cold turkey followed by mince pies and stilton.
I’m almost raring to go again. I’ve got a list of noses to get up.
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