Christmas Eve. Kitchen equipment consists of two burners, a microwave and a bar-sized fridge, so it's necessary to plan ahead. I make cranberry sauce squeezing local fresh oranges and adding the zest. J does the stuffing. No idea how, as the bird is as yet uncooked (he made a very early trip out this morning to get it at Metro before the queues began) and in any case there's no oven - but it's delicious.
At five o'clock time to sit back with a Cyprus brandy and listen to the nine lessons and carols broadcast live from King's College, Cambridge. Heartbreakingly beautiful boy sopranos and, for me, at least, always the point at which Christmas begins.