Boxing Day: Photo spam
Dec. 26th, 2005 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
narcasseWhat can you possibly mean, GIP?
Eris roll again
(Initial stages here.)
Naked roll that really needed another coat of icing sugar.
And the cut roll after a half hour drive. It never got any more sugar in the end.
I never got any either but there were sweet potatoes in with the veg for the roast so that was nice at least. Father’s turkey was also much more impressive than the one made by another family. Not that I’m biased or anything.
Also for some reason I think we did end up watching the Queen’s Speech. I’ve no idea why nobody got up and changed the channel. And while I escaped a game of hide-and-seek when people were particular giddy at one point, I did get roped into charades later where nobody on my team seemed to be capable of grasping the concept of a word having four syllables and that I was going to go for the third syllable first. The whole phrase was ‘Indiana Jones’ which one person did manage to guess within the minute limit though.
There were also a few entertaining moments where someone had to have the difference between Black Jack and Chemin de Fer explained to them. Not to mention the joy of watching a friend’s puppy do it’s business on what really was more or less a mat consisting of nappy material, as well as later watching the same friend do some of the dishes when we both made a bid to escape from watching Shrek with everyone else. And then I ended up watching Dances with Wolves with the sound off, while someone who is rather more an acquaintance than a friend these days complained in my left ear that men were either perverts or too old, sporadically.
All in all, it was a relatively peaceful day in comparison to other similar occasions. Fun but tiring and really, by about mid-afternoon I could have done with a nap instead of a game of charades instead.
Something sinister
A rather spookily lit rhinovirus. He’s the advance warning that the common cold will sweep acrossthe kingdom of aristocrats… umm, everywhere.
(He’s also the perfect evil that the wicked Fürstin put aside for later when she went off for her dalliance with the handsome Markgraf.)
And my dinner
Pre-made, oven-cooked vol-au-vents. Filled with cheese & bacon, mushroom & garlic and prawns & a creamy sauce of some description.
Because.
I may have a mince pie in a bit too.
Eris roll again
(Initial stages here.)
Naked roll that really needed another coat of icing sugar.
And the cut roll after a half hour drive. It never got any more sugar in the end.
I never got any either but there were sweet potatoes in with the veg for the roast so that was nice at least. Father’s turkey was also much more impressive than the one made by another family. Not that I’m biased or anything.
Also for some reason I think we did end up watching the Queen’s Speech. I’ve no idea why nobody got up and changed the channel. And while I escaped a game of hide-and-seek when people were particular giddy at one point, I did get roped into charades later where nobody on my team seemed to be capable of grasping the concept of a word having four syllables and that I was going to go for the third syllable first. The whole phrase was ‘Indiana Jones’ which one person did manage to guess within the minute limit though.
There were also a few entertaining moments where someone had to have the difference between Black Jack and Chemin de Fer explained to them. Not to mention the joy of watching a friend’s puppy do it’s business on what really was more or less a mat consisting of nappy material, as well as later watching the same friend do some of the dishes when we both made a bid to escape from watching Shrek with everyone else. And then I ended up watching Dances with Wolves with the sound off, while someone who is rather more an acquaintance than a friend these days complained in my left ear that men were either perverts or too old, sporadically.
All in all, it was a relatively peaceful day in comparison to other similar occasions. Fun but tiring and really, by about mid-afternoon I could have done with a nap instead of a game of charades instead.
Something sinister
A rather spookily lit rhinovirus. He’s the advance warning that the common cold will sweep across
(He’s also the perfect evil that the wicked Fürstin put aside for later when she went off for her dalliance with the handsome Markgraf.)
And my dinner
Pre-made, oven-cooked vol-au-vents. Filled with cheese & bacon, mushroom & garlic and prawns & a creamy sauce of some description.
Because.
I may have a mince pie in a bit too.
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Date: 2005-12-26 06:59 pm (UTC)and the sinister Rhinovirus! *shivers*
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Date: 2005-12-26 07:03 pm (UTC)I think there’s a distinct possibility that that rhinovirus might be a Fritz. He looks like a Fritz or maybe a Franz.
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Date: 2005-12-26 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-26 07:06 pm (UTC)Your dinner looks very tasty. I had never heard of vol-au-vons before.
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Date: 2005-12-26 07:37 pm (UTC)And yes, marginally more peaceful gatherings are quite nice. Now if only I can manage to sneak of and have a nap next time...
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Date: 2005-12-26 08:16 pm (UTC)Mmm, nap... not that I didn't just get up 3 hours ago.