The sun is only partially risen and I find myself queuing at the butchers with the other crazies waiting for our turkeys, or on my case a rib of beef. No point in cooking a turkey for two is there? But seemingly half the ribcage of a cow is “about the right amount” … nutter!
People are leaving with their turkeys in seemingly modest sized boxed in exchange for c£60 ~ who knew turkey’s were so expensive?!
It’s my first Christmas in London since, erm … my now ex-husband and I first got together … 17 years … woah, a lifetime! It’s going to be a very different christmas.