Merry Christmas everybody! I hope you all had a splendid day.
Apparently, I read in a national newspaper, the average person gains eight pounds over the Christmas period. I've probably put on twice as much as that today alone. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, but I have eaten well.
After opening presents with my parents this morning, I had a bar of chocolate from my 'selection box' for breakfast. How nutritious was that?!
Chocolate eaten, and some great presents opened - a bed for my dolls house, a gym top (the treadmill is calling me!), a couple of cook books and a 'how to photograph absolutely everything' book etc etc, we visited my nan in her care home.
Her face beamed at us when we walked in. We helped her open her presents and sang along to the background music. Thank goodness she is out of hospital (she broke her hip not long ago), as spending Christmas day visiting her in hospital was quite a daunting prospect. Last year she broke her arm and Christmas day was spent by her hospital bed. Anyone who has seen a loved one in hospital on Christmas day will know how sad it can feel.
After spending time with my nan and leaving safe in the knowledge that she was about to eat her Christmas dinner, my mother, father and I, went home for ours. It was delicious. Turkey, sausages, roast potatoes, stuffing and vegetables were piled high on our plates. Followed by a moist and fruity Christmas pudding.
Dinner was digested, and the next stop was my aunts house where my other aunt, uncle and cousins were.
How lucky I am to have such a loving family to spend Christmas day with. More presents were opened, and I was over the moon with my 'George Michael, the biography' book.
Then it was tea time! Cold meats, quiche, salad and a selection of cheeses. With a choice of cheesecake, chocolate log, fruit cake or banoffee pie for dessert. See what I mean?!
I'm home now, wearing my new leopard print pyjamas and piggie slippers, tasteful is not a word I would use to describe myself tonight. Charlie Chaplin is on the television and a box of 'quality street' are staring me in the face. But I couldn't possibly eat anything else. Or maybe just a tiny weeny strawberry cream? No, I can't! I have to go to bed pronto and stop eating.
Sweet (strawberry cream) dreams everybody.
Pictures of the day:
The tree in my house.