On the first day of Christmas, my pilot brought to me: a severe weather warning across England’s entirety.
On the second day of Christmas, my mum was heard to say: “What a wonderful surprise that you’re here on my birthday!”
On the third day of Christmas, while strolling at St. Margaret's Bay, we were confronted by black cows, which had gathered in our way.
On the fourth day of Christmas a trip to London proved a pain, when our Wonderland walk was deluged in snow and rain.
On the fifth day of Christmas, our snowy woes were all forgot when we all lunched in style at Dover’s Allotment eating spot.
On the sixth day of Christmas, the extended family arrived, and despite William’s new mobility, all of Ron and Nutan’s statuettes survived.
On the seventh day of Christmas, festivities ballooned, and while Eastenders aided digestion, Ron and David’s pool playing rivalry resumed.
On the eighth day of Christmas, we saw Santa’s sack untied, and after a hearty holiday luncheon, we admired the gleaming white cliffs outside.
On the ninth day of Christmas, our drive to Sheffield was a charm, and once welcomed by the Saddlers, we dined up at Long Line farm.
On the tenth day of Christmas, the snow continued dumping, but after freeing the car from ice, we and the Johnsons did some Wii ski-jumping.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, the McKenzies all convened, and we dined on the largest pork pies that I have ever seen.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, we took Lauren to viking sights, but were careful not to overfeed before Sarah’s fine cooking that night.
On the thirteenth day of Christmas, we said a lunch farewell to happy Nick and Rachel, who were engaged on this Noel.
On the fourteenth day of Christmas, we were frisked and stood in lines, but after 10 hours in the air we were back in warmer climes!
I love the two photos! William is so delicious. :)
Posted by: Dushka | January 01, 2010 at 10:46 PM