It was necessary to keep active because a huge weight of food had to be worked off!
Now on Boxing Day I cook.....I do the things I used to do on Christmas Day before the church got me!
Last year was the ill fated sea food banquet so this year we have a bird! It is the smallest chicken we have ever seen my mother would have called it a pullet!
Fortunately I got some lovely fat ducks breasts plus sausages in bacon etc so our Christmas dinner of poultry will be fine.... I think
My daughter in law is bringing the pudding....David has put bottles of wine in the fridge....I think it will be alright.
I went to pour milk into the dogs bowl again this morning.....Forty years of sharing the first milk of the day is proving a habit hard to throw off!
Its no use pretending I'm not sad....so I leave you with this piece from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran which was one of my sons favourites.
Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself .
They come through you but not from you
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like then but seek not to make them like you
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth
Let your bending in the Archers hand be for gladness.