Thursday, 27 December 2012

Forgetting about University for Christmas


Perran and Carenza requested I bring back pears as part of my Christmas supermarket shop – I think they are indulging in festive, partridge-themed role play.

 
 
 
 
I can’t believe it - on Christmas Day we actually managed a board game like a proper middle-class family.  Should I see this Scrabble match as proof of our intellectual attainment, or is it just a reflection on the poor quality of Christmas afternoon TV?

 

 
 
 
 
We shan’t need to go outdoors for any more walks this Christmas – it was so muddy that we seem to have brought half a field home with us.

 

 
 
 
Carenza eats an unfeasibly large Christmas dinner and feels the need to lie supine on a cold floor.