Cousin Eleanor asked me over for Sunday lunch so much as I love to partake in Mother's weekly foray into a Bernard Matthews turkey roast, I was happy to accept. I walked the 3.3 miles there (the quickest route being souced via MultiMap!) because I haven't driven since I crashed Father's Austin Allegro into a supermarket trolley in 1998. It was also a lovely day and my word, I need the exercise.
Eleanor and her husband John were in fine form, young Sebastian was busy watching 'Thomas and Friends' on TV whilst consuming a bowl of salty snacks. I've read that young children shouldn't be exposed to too much television and their salt intake should be strictly rationed, but I didn't say anything.
I removed my new Birkenstocks which I'm currently wearing with thermal socks until the weather improves. After much deliberation I decided to plump for the 'Rio' style which encompasses the width strap of the 'Madrid' with the addition of another strap to ensure that the shoe adheres to the foot at all times - a must if you're a commuter like me - 'Mind the Gap!' Eleanor cheekily said that they looked like her Mother-in-Law's orthapedic sandals - hmmm!
John had roasted an enormous chicken and we sat around the table to enjoy his efforts. His potatoes were amazing and the size of his parsnips left nothing to the imagination! We drank wine: Hardy's Nottage Hill to be specific and it was rather splendid. I became a little squiffy and we were soon laughing about Eleanor's mother's dress sense - apparently she still wears a fleece embossed with rubberised sheep!
I was a little annoyed when Sebastian threw one of my Birkenstocks in the rubbish bin but otherwise it was a lovely day, especially when he gave us some much needed peace by having an afternoon nap. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the Virgin 'on demand' TV service - Mother and Father are far too mean to take out a package of their own, but it's always nice to be able to watch my favourite pop music videos time and time again whilst I'm visiting other people.
At 5pm it was time to go; Father picked me up on his way back from visiting an old colleague. Tea is always a pleasant occasion - Mother bought a new jar of Shipham's fish paste for us all to enjoy.
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