The weather on Christmas morning was lovely and we headed out to the beach for a stroll before dinner, Kari wouldn't stop asking when we were going to open up the prezzies. I got flashbacks of summer holidays in the 70's when we would have to follow my parents' friend Basil, who would walk for hours before finding just the right spot on the beach, usually about 2 miles away and as an 8 year old it was torture. As my dad says "If you had a football at your feet you would run a marathon", which might be true but that's beside the point, as is this drivel I'm writing.
Ok so we headed back to the house, watched the queen's deluded speech on the television, opened up some cracking prezzies then enjoyed some wonderful food and drink, Rich and Jules were the perfect hosts.
Some senile old biddy
Jules just loves her prezzie
Mum and dad pulling crackers
The clan on Bournemouth beach
Monkey!
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