The village's Christmas lunch & knees-up for the aged - which, not feeling particularly aged* and not much liking the creaky-knees-up bit, we never go to - being cancelled due to Covid, we have just had the following delivered to our door: onion soup with croutons, turkey with spuds, mixed salad, cheese, 6" pretzels, some other kind of bread, a
galette des rois each**, and a bottle of the local Pinot Gris (Cleebourg vineyard, one-time property of the Swedish crown, ye gods).
One will not be active this afternoon.
* unless physical labour is involved. Meh.
** and the bloody GP wants an HbA1c this week, the absolute bounder.