Not a child's Christmas in Wales

but pretty good.

Pics.


Toasting toes at home


Auntie Gill teaching Millie to knit in the pub, Christmas afternoon


The hordes descend. It really was a feast. Turkey, ham, and r. beef, onion sauce, horseradish sauce, wine gravy, sprouts, parsnips, roasties and mash, Christmas pud and bread n. butter pud.


Ben has got into the habit of eating breakfast on Uncle Mike's lap in the mornings before anyone else gets up. Ben eats all the mushrooms and Mike gets to read the paper in relative peace.


Feeling somewhat guilty at having had all three kinds of meat and doubles of B n' B pud. Ready for the Queen's speech and a long snooze.