Christmas, like so much else, was actually invented in England. All those happy traditions - overindulgence, petty family squabbles - were once again on display as we enjoyed dinner at my parents.
The truth is we had a wonderful day, with church at Hannah's and then a dash across Salisbury Plain to Frome (missing the Queen's Speech - shock!) where the Smiths from across the road came to lunch. There was present opening (an 11-hour DVD boxset of cricket from my Mum), sherry, paper crowns...the photos below are to prove that we weren't lying.
Hannah and her presents.
Crackers - check. Silly hats - check...
A spot of horseraddish with the roast.
Kerry and Emily, after one sherry too many.
My parents, making me proud as usual.
Jack tries to avoid getting set on fire by the flaming pudding.
Evening entertainment - one hour down, ten to go :)
