Christmas Cartman

For the last 20 years we have avoided the star/angel controversy by having Cartman on the top of our tree. For a number of years, while here in France, Cartman has been either trapped in Scotland or in a lost box in the attic. Today he was released. CarbBoy, who has no memory of Cartman other than as family folklore, had the honour of installing him.

All of which is to say that we (partly) dressed the tree today. The kids were quickly bored with the whole enterprise which, I guess, I will finish tomorrow.

Earlier, I was up ludicrously early and had time for almost a whole Sunday of stuff before heading off at 9.30 to collect Mr B from a complicated combination of jet lag, early start and hangover. Later, roast lamb dinner with, apparently, my best ever gravy.