Happy Christmas

It's Christmas, and I hope wherever you are, you're having a good time. Yesterday on the day itself there were eight of us around a big table at Roxana's just after one o'clock, starting a lazy six-hour lunch, prepared, expertly cooked and beautifuly served by Steve.

Ian, who's been down a few days already; Roxana herself, just back from two shifts at work (Midnight Mass then the Christmas morning service); Mum and Dad, picked up by me as the time to the first course ticked away; Duncan, picked up by me with time really running out; Geoff, too excited to resist already opening half his presents; Steve, territorial in the kitchen; and me, table-assembler-and-decorator-in-chief.

Lunch was interrupted by the Queen, then later by present opening. If you are reading this then my new very slim very sexy mobile phone is doing its job of allowing me to update my blog remotely.

I also got some books and other lovely things, and Steve is delighted with his new leather jacket.

The day passed in a fuggy haze of good food, good wine and good conversation, just the way Christmas Day ought to.