This morning, in the form of a Pauline King light catcher, we discovered the perfect child’s Christmas cold cure.
Poppy is, of course, of the IT generation. She’ll probably be being ‘beamed up’ everywhere when she is our age. (Jackie immediately requested a print of this one, so I made it, and a larger one for Tess.)
While I had the printer on, I made two A3+ copies of a prize-winning photograph by a relative of Frances. Our sister-in-law had asked for these. I will not reproduce it here because it is not my picture.
From 2.00 p.m. onwards we were joined by Shelly, Ron, Helen, Bill, Anthony, Neil, Donna, Jane, David, Jen, Rachel, Gareth, Stephanie, John, and Billy. Grazing on cold meats and salads took place all afternoon; and the evening was taken up with chicken jalfrezi, chicken korma, savoury rice, samosas and bhajis. An assortment of alcoholic drinks was consumed. Mat, Tess, and Poppy returned home at about 5.00 p.m.
Considerable inroads had been made into the curries before I reached them with the camera.
After this we played charades at which my limited prowess is legendary.