had a very restless night.. was it excitement over Santa coming or too much to eat and drink the night before.. I tossed and turned all night.. finally waking at 4.40am to call home... then dozed off to sleep, until I heard Joe say that someone was knocking at our door.. 'don't be stupid, I replied'. I thought it was just another crazy dream that I was having.. but no.. someone was definitely knocking on our door.. opening it, a man with a phone saying 'call from Australia'... it was our friends Avis & Bill.. calling us, to wish us a Merry Christmas.. or Happy Christmas as the english say..
we proceeded to unwrap our gifts - from the Fowey Hotel and from each other [the deal was that we would buy a stocking each and we would buy little gifts for each other, to put into the stocking.. of course, we didn't listen to our own plan and ended up having to wrap some of the gifts!!]
I was surprised to find a box for me [tongue in cheek - I had put it there... but this was a gift from me to myself... and I wanted it to be a memory that I would have forever]... a gold box
A little red dress-coat!!
and a clementine in the bottom of the stocking.. apparently a tradition here..
i am thankful.. it could have been a lump of coal!
and this is our Christmas loot...
not bad for someone who is away overseas without friends or relatives.. an abundant Christmas in many ways.
then a quick walk around the village before lunch ...
a five course extravaganza of eating. the sun was shining!
first course was a tiny bowl of butternut squash & pimento soup
smoked salmon roulade with dill and caviar
I chose Turkey with stuffing for my main. I tucked into the broccoli, beans, sprouts and carrots with gusto.. how I miss simple steamed vegies!!!
[I am actually starting to feel and look like a stuffed turkey with all the food I am eating!!]
we shared a chocolate concoction for dessert and took a cheese platter into the drawing room to sit and share with a glass of port.. half way through that, I had to go for a nap....
then i woke and we went for another walk. This time up to Saints Way.
then back to the hotel to listen to the Queens speech. Well, we didn't actually listen to it,because we are not that interested in Liz, Phil and Charlie in Buck House...
then tea and stollen was served at 4pm... by this time I am feeling very much like a little round ball with short legs and arms.. and the word detox keeps screaming in my head.. not liking these voices much at all!
dinner is served between 7pm and 9... can we fit any more in?... more to the point.... do we need to eat any more?
but i want to taste each and every thing that is offered, because the chance will never come again. truthfully, I am over scones. and Victorian sponge.
so here we sit.. stuffed turkeys..
tomorrow Boxing Day..