Let's face it, Christmas frequently seems to be over far too quickly (speaking as a big kid who does wish it would be Christmas every day, whilst recognising that that would actually be a bit of a nightmare as a freelance as no-one would ever be around to commission you.) With this in mind, the day has (so far) gone as follows, in a bid to make it last as long as possible:
Midnight: Call other half in pub (I was way too tired to got out and had a very enjoyable sleep) to say Happy Christmas
12.30: Other half gets back. Persuade him that opening one present each would be fine as it was technically Christmas. He was dead chuffed with his 'Have I got New for You' DVD. I loved my book on how to have a number one by the KLF (The manual) cos it's very funny and every so often we get into pissed conversation about getting a number one. Don't get me wrong - neither of us are aspiring musicians. We just see the cheesy shite in the charts and thing 'If they can do it, why the hell don't we and make some money cos either way, there'll still be (mostly) shite in the charts but this way, we'll be rich)
Went to bed. Slept. And slept.
Noon today: (Which is by far the best time to get up.) Got up. I did my traditional Christmas Day breakfast of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh coffee and Cava (cos some cliches taste nice) plus croissants to soak up any excess alcohol.
1pm: Pressie opening occurs. Am dead chuffed. Got lots of Clarins stuff (am addicted to it but it costs loads so is special occasions only) plus blue contact lenses (which I've wanted for years as I've always wondered what I'd look like with blue eyes. Although I'm very squeamish about putting them in, not usually wearing lenses of any description.), the Pink album and the new Eddie Izzard DVD, both of which I asked for. All in all, a very good stash. My other half rocks.
He was equally happy with his mini DVD recorder and Warp Mints from Firebox, his PDA Keyboard and his Star Wars DVD. Which is nice.
2pm: After pressie opening, the pub beckoned. I considered putting the food on but by this time it was 2pm so the pub was only open for an hour. Technically. However, the landlady liked her Christmas pressies from us (she deserved them, the amount of beers she's bought for us in the last year!) so refused to let us leave. After one pint, we were happy to stay for another, although getting home to cook was beckoning. Just as we were about to leave after the second pint, the landlady put another one down on the table. Ditto after the third. After four pints, we had to sneak out the pub 'cos she was telling us we should stay to dinner with her, and, lovely as she is, the idea of leaving all our Christmas food to go off was not appealing. She's a total star though (and is invited round for dinner tomorrow.)
5pm: Came home and managed to get the chicken (turkey too much for two, particularly given neither of us are big fans of it) cooking, along with French styye peas, creamed spinach, creamed leeks, carrots, roast potatoes, asparagus, sausagemeat stuffing and chestnut stuffing. Was quite pleased for 30 mins work (although will no doubt realise in 2 hours that I left the oven off). Blenders rule for making life easy.
Am now going to chill out, watch 'It's a Wonderful Life' and no doubt get hammered. Happy Christmas.
Posted by emilyd at December 25, 2002 06:25 PM