Preparations

One year, apparently in the Pre-Blip days, we were in charge of bringing the Christmas pudding. We forgot it and had to have Eton Mess. So that's not allowed to happen again, Amelia's making sure of it. And she doesn't even like Christmas pudding. 

Meanwhile, I have literally been on a wild goose chase: the goose set off for Worthing this morning (it was supposed to be going to Norfolk, to Marc's sister's place, about 20 miles from where it was raised), but has been re-routed back to Norfolk. The lovely (and very tired sounding) farmer says he has a big turkey if it doesn't make it. I'm holding out for the goose. 

Otherwise we are nearly ready to go.