In reply to The New NickB:
It’s each to their own really isn’t it, so you’re doing nothing wrong just being different and doing what suits you?
Ive had 18 years of a forced gathering, where I had to walk to someone’s house at 1800 then help make the dinner, which often went cold whilst people fecked about and with substandard cooking of the carrots/sprouts by others helping.
Enduring sitting where I was told, with a plate I had been forced to paint earlier in the year, whilst people ate with their mouths open, talking, and getting their oral detritus on my tea.
Then planned games at set times by a host who grew ever more controlling.
My favourite child was the one that wanted to go early so I could walk home, often in the cold and rain,through deserted streets.
Then a good friend arrived. COVID 19, you are the feckin star of Bethlehem to me
No more of this late Xmas dinner shite.
The last two years have been fabulous.
Food prepped Xmas Eve. Lentil loaves, turkey, stuffing, raised game pie.
Up at 0900. 2 hours of presents and chilling with my family then cooked a good dinner.
Daughter took two dinners to elderly parents then we had ours. Veg included steamed sprouts, carrots, broccoli for a dissenter of sprouts and carrots, roast tatties and parsnips in rosemary and home made onion sauce and gravy. Amazing. No alcohol for me.
1530 took dog up Moel Famau which was atmospheric and refreshing. Called in to see the wife’s elderly relatives then back.
Fire lit. Cold buffet for tea and a few pints and a whisky.
Bed at 2300 then up for a shift at 0700.
A magic two days really, hope yours was too.