Hello Mary, just thought I’d have a chat whilst my mince pies are cooling.

You’ve finished all your baking, well done.

No, it’s just going to be us this year, I’m quite looking forward to it.

Lonely? No not at all.  It will feel strange I grant you, but now that the grand-kids are growing up, they want to be doing their own thing, don’t they?

24 of you! Are you doing all the cooking?

It does help when everyone pitches in; but I don’t like anyone around me when I’m cooking. I’m in splendid isolation on Christmas morning. George goes off for a long walk with the dog, via the pub of course. Then it’s lunch, The Queen and a quiet snooze.

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