So, what did everybody do? Owt nice?
After umming and ahhing over whether or not to accept my brother's invitation to have Christmas Dinner at his, I finally succumbed and decided to go, hoping that me teef wouldn't let me down.
It turned out that they behaved themselves impeccably and I had a wonderful meal, a good chat and, regrettably, I partook a little too freely of brother's home-made wine, otherwise known as rocket fuel!
Am still feeling the effects!
He picked me up and paid for a taxi to bring me back home at around 8 p.m. which I can only vaguely remember, and I was a-bed by 9p.m.
I feel like I've been punched and I have a little bit of unaccounted for bruising on me right wrist; me arms and legs ache as well! Even me nose is hurting!
Good job it's only once a year!
They gave me a bottle of their home-made evil brew, but as yet I haven't dared open it!