You might as well face it..

Today was the lovely Lee Family Christmas meal. Every year we have the annual feast at the same pub in Aldham that played host to my open mic gig. It was so lovely and filling, although one thing I quickly realised was how little food I eat. I mean I seriously hardly ever eat. The rest of the group were well into their 10th potato and I was struggling to finish one slice of turkey. Oh my, oh my. I also realised how well spoken my cousins are, particularly the eldest, Tom. It makes me weep.

After I've harvested my crops on Frontierville I suppose I better finish reading To Kill A Mockingbird and also maybe finish sewing that Monet thing.

This is pretty. For Florence.