My old man in his christmas slippers...

Food has been cooked (thankfully it was a success, despite me not having the knack for working the unfamiliar oven) It has been consumed and enjoyed, and now the christmas slippers have been donned... Dave's dad is nodding off in the chair, Dave is engrossed in Morcambe and Wise, and I am prone on the sofa, catching up on blip and wondering if there is a spare corner to squeeze in a bit of chocolate... or if it will finish me off like the fateful waffer thin mint...

A low key, but fairly traditional christmas, where everyone ends up feeling as stuffed as the turkey...

Happy Christmas one and all !