Jack Frost Nipping at Your Nose ...

'Although its been said many times many ways, Merry Xmas to you'

This songs for dad - he was a fan of Nat King Cole.

Matthew went through with his mad plan to sleep in a hammock in the garden last night. Judging by the frost on the gound, the temperature dropped to zero or below but he assures us that he wasn't cold. The only time he did get a chill was when he had to tilt the hammock so that he could lean out to pee in the middle of the night, so maybe I should have changed the words of the song to 'Jack Frost Nipping at Your **** ' Feel free to fill in the blanks.

A funny old day yesterday. Cooking dinner was very relaxed affair which was nice but several people rellay struggled to eat much let alone clear their plate. Too much indulgence earlier in the day I suspect although Matthew has recently broken a tooth and Rachel came down with a fever later in the day, so they both had other reasons.

No TV at all which was nice. We played Ingenious which I liked and Mexican Train which is an interesting variant of dominoes that everyone enjoyed.

Uncle Harold for dinner today. I've never cooked an uncle Harold before and Google wasn't very helpful so I think I will treat him like a chicken and cook for 20 minutes per pound plus 20 over. Now I wonder how much he weighs?