Christmas Turkey?

When on the 23rd December the highlight of your day is heading off to the supermarket to do some food shopping at 8.15 in the evening, then you can easily judge the quality of the last 24 hours. After getting up at 6AM to get some good quality work done, things then started to go badly with my key present having to be taken back to the shop where it was purchased because Mrs. O’Brien had read the small print in the instruction manual, as opposed to the large print written on the outside of the box, and decided that it didn’t cut the mustard. By midday, one step back to take two forward quickly felt like one step back to take another three backwards as I carefully crossed off a number of things on my to do list that will just have to wait until January. Thankfully mother in law present purchasing was delegated in the afternoon meaning I could actually complete my working day. After a few more relatively successful hours of work, the tired and cranky twins dominated the end of the afternoon – the only glimmer of light was a quick visit to speak to my bank manager (and you thought enjoying going shopping was bad!). As for the evening event? Well the supermarket was absolutely mobbed with huge numbers of French people trying to buy foie gras, alcohol and supermarket grade aftershave, so in an effort to maintain my sanity, I made sure I took my time and bought an extra bar of Nestle chocolate to eat as I glided around the aisles of Carrefour. I’m now very much looking forward to going to see Pich in Orthez with Maxime tomorrow morning!