A flaming success

Somehow, miraculously, it all happened as it was meant to. From getting to bed at 2.30am and up again five hours later; from loading the car with presents and packing to catching the planned ferry; from arriving in good order at #2 son’s house to that first, welcome glass of champagne - all amazingly accomplished. The pudding flaming alarmingly in the blip is a first for my daughter-in-law: they don’t do puddings like this in her native Normandy. My grandmother’s recipe, slightly tweaked and utterly delicious.

And we’ve spent hardly any time watching the telly: we played charades, my granddaughters more entertaining with every passing year, and laughed uproariously. And now I’m looking longingly at bed, and a decent time in it ...