Christmas Day, and stunning weather again. Was to have been in Kyrenia, but with Jane's accident we settle for a local restaurant, Cambanella's on Dekhelia Road. We've been before, for Sunday roast, and the food is good and family that run it very friendly and helpful. Take Jane in the wheelchair and meet up with B and J's friends, Hazel and Bob. Bob sporting tie that lights up and plays Christmas music. Christmas crackers on table, contents of which Hazel takes "for the refugees." Rather sad to think that these very cheap trifles and paper hats (unworn by us) are desirable acquisitions anywhere. Meal good as ever - turkey, lamb, beef and pork at the carvery as well as roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. Quite sure none of us did take all four kinds of meat, though we certainly could have done, and when J, having been asked whether he wanted ice cream or custard on his Christmas puddind, asked if he could have both, he was told, laughingly, that he certainly could. By the time Bill runs us home after leisurely meal it's sunset, not long after the solstice.
Take Cyprus brandy and Bailey's bottles down to reception and have a drink and a chat with Kiki and Mr Andreas' cousin, who is watching tv with her. Kiki doesn't get much in the way of time off, working afternoon/evening shift six days a week, holidays included.
