Roast pheasant, pigs in blankets, roasties and sprouts are my favourite boxing day dinner. I am now relaxing with a glass of port and a smidgen of runny brie. Don’t want to go overdoing it. I love my new war game but I must practice before I get any good at it. Terry is a bit of a clothes horse, so most of his presents are clobber, in some of which he is dozing on the sofa.
There is naff all on the telly, so I may just wake him up for a game of scrabble. It is one of the few games we do not squabble over. He is back at work, tomorrow, so I must take full advantage of his company. Hope you all had a smashing Christmas, Pen.