I've partaken of a traditional British Christmas. The house still smells of roasting bird and there may be a stray roast potato still knocking about somewhere. I'm not sure I like brussels sprouts much though - perhaps they are an acquired taste (or maybe I shouldn't have mixed them with bananas).
There were a lot of sleepy bodies about after that feast. I took the opportunity to get up to a little mischief. Me and the angel had quite a nice chat.
Some old woman in a crown came on the TV and spoke in a posh voice then we played games. The others got annoyed when I beat them at blackjack.
All in all, a fabulous day.