Well, that all went well. Christmas dinner on the table shortly before 2.30pm, thanks to the miracle of oven timer. Oven did turn itself on before I made it out of bed.

A huge plateful for P: turkey, gravy, roast spuds, roast parsnips, sprouts, carrots, chestnut stuffing, bread sauce, home-made grape jelly, pigs in blankets. I didn’t have the bread sauce, sprouts or parsnips because I don’t like those things, and now that I’m old enough to cook my own Christmas dinner, I decide what I eat!

Now the dishwasher is having its turn. The cats are turning their nose up at turkey giblets. Maybe it’s still too hot for them.

I think I must have done turkey in 2004.  This year’s turkey breast was a little bit pink (despite being completely cooked) and I remembered being worried at the last one.

My Christmas pud is boiling away now – P doesn’t like that, so it’s just for me. Had to be boiled because the old microwave went out with the old kitchen and we haven’t got a new one yet.

Presents all good. Lots of lovely clothes. Now a brief hiatus before Dr Who later on.