After an early Skype call to Adlington we had a mammoth present-opening session, with Emily predictably interested in the boxes and wrapping, not the contents.
Afterwards we headed over to Bettina's for our Christmas lunch with her, Steve and Tim, the Lutz family, and a Brazilian friend of hers who has a Japanese husband. It was a convivial affair, with everyone contributing to the festive feast. My part was a vegetarian tart and Christmas pud with rum sauce. Having eaten her boring chicken casserole Emily happily tucked into a smoked salmon tartlet and also liked sprouts and the pudding (without the boozy sauce, I hasten to add). Us parents took it in turns to supervise the three babies.
The funniest moment was when we caught Emily kissing Tim. We are not sure who instigated the snog, but everyone cracked up.
She looked very innocent afterwards, as if to say 'what are you all laughing at?'. We also got a laugh when we picked secret Santa gifts. Mine was an intriguing shape, and turned out to be a banana case, though of course there was much tittering.
We were home by 5.30, travelling back through rush hour and feeling odd that for most of the population it was just a fairly normal day. We made some Skype calls back home then had a late dinner, while watching Blackadder.
Emily had a terrible end to her Christmas Day, as she woke around 9.30 and thereafter every few minutes; she could not breath properly and felt hot. Eventually, I took her into bed with us, where she tossed and turned and cried out until 2.30. Then she suddenly seemed a lot happier and was pointing and babbling, so I took her back to her room where she slept until 6.
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