Nice Pie

Chris did the Christmas food shopping today. He puts on his iPod, listens to Faithless really, really loudly, and goes to his happy place. He texted me when he go in the checkout queue. Forty minutes later he texted me to say he had just paid.

He knows I love Christmas pudding, so bought me this little one just for me.

The fridge is full. The presents are bought. It was at this point every year that my Dad used to announce, 'the tills are closed!'