It has been a largely lazy Boxing Day. I have spent the day devouring what Nigella Lawson might lasciviously describe as "Cold Cuts". However, I suspect that Nigella carving slices from yesterday's bird with meticulously manicured fingernails murmuring "I do so like coming back for seconds" would be somewhat more saleable to television executives than me groaning on the sofa, dressing gown akimbo, with some sherry trifle dripping down my chin, and a bowl of cranberry sauce perched atop my distended belly.
If any of you do find that attractive, let me know and I will petition Cannel 4 for my own Cristmas special next year. Failing that I shall start a website and invite you to subscribe.
My thoughtful other half has bought me a second hand X box, having picked up on the subtle little signals I must have been giving out i.e. pointing at the second hand X box in the shop window, clapping excitedly and shouting "Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!" How you women notice these little things I'll never know.
I off now to try to wire it in for the second time today. First I will need to wipe this Cranberry off my chest. As Nigella would have it: "Everyone deserves a little sauce at Christmas, even if it does make your fingers sticky."
Nightcap
15 years ago
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