It's 3pm on Christmas Eve and, being partial to the occasional cliché, I'd like to say it's the "calm before the storm." But it's not for me, and probably isn't for you either.
For years I tried to reach common agreement on a "traditional" White family Christmas Eve tea - and got nowhere. That was until last year when Jamie came up with the ingenious idea of fish and chips "with a twist."
Twelve months ago we sat down to devour a three-fish roast, albeit from Morrisons, accompanied by my (burnt) homemade chips. And this evening, I'm going to have a go at fish goujons served with another attempt at (hopefully less burnt) homemade chips. It'll probably be a disaster, but Santa loves a trier
Later, it will be cheesy Christmas telly, snacks out for Father C and Rudolph, and him and her off to bed. Before we wrap. And maybe even rap. (A pretend Eminem has released a naughty version of Jingle Bells which we might have a crack at).
Then tomorrow I cook again. But enough of all that, you might have your own bird to worry about (if so, I trust you bought her something nice).
I hope you have an excellent night tonight, that your hangover is eased when you discover Santa has been good to you, and you don't fall out with too many cheating in-laws once the Monopoly comes out.
Or put more simply, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
