If a bloke’s day begins with a drink and a cigar in the sunshine on the patio then it must be Christmas.
Pretty laid back Christmas. Twentieth one on the island. Think it’s the eighth in the North as there were several with Bill and Jane at Ship Inn in Girne when we were staying in the South.
No pressure re Christmas dinner as we have all day to make it. Nice plump chicken to roast in the oven and J makes dressing. We’ve opted for apple crumble for dessert. Not a problem despite lack of either measuring cups or scales but the custard is trickier. Would happily have gone with custard powder but in its absence guesstimate the amounts of milk and sugar and go with four egg yolks plus vanilla - and no corn starch. Not a hard call since we don’t have any. And luck is with us.
Pyrotechnics as well, as a thunder storm, happily not connected to a power outage, starts just as we begin eating. Dramatic end to a quiet day.