It was like a germ-riddled version of Four Weddings and a Funeral‘s notoriously sweary opening scene. Several tissues later, we agreed we may as well get up.
And so began the family’s Christmas morning, 2009. Mum is nearly over her cold, my dad’s is just starting, and I am still enduring a flu-based week of hell. Only Michelle has escaped, but trapped in with three germ-filled family members means it’s surely only a matter of time.
This year, we’re at my mum and dad’s for the first Christmas in years. They’ve put on a fantastic spread already, it’s more like a hotel. “Free Internet, too”, my mum generously pointed out.
Looking through Twitter this morning, it’s clear that Christmas magic is still around for many friends and family. Hope you all have a great time, eat a lot and fall asleep mid-afternoon, dreaming of mince pies and diets. 🙂