Is that it?

Is it done and over? Christmas, I mean? And New Year, and all?

Do we just have to go back to work (in a new shirt) now?

Is that the only difference between before-Christmas and after-Christmas - a new shirt? With a red dot on the label?

Oh.

OK.


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In other news, I have discovered that Christmas is the time of sharp things. My Japanese carving knife, lovingly snicked and whished up and down the whetstone was as sharp as a razor. The tip of the mother in law's third finger found this out when it was lurking in the bottom the washing up. It was still bleeding on Boxing Day. The LOML's tongue was quite sharp at about that time.

But not as sharp as the little-icky-bit of turkey drumstick sinew* that somehow found its way through the entire stock-boiling-and-soup-cooking-and-liquidising process, right to its conclusion firmly impaled in the roof of my mouth. Ouchy.


*Seriously, what is that made out of? Surely they can make some sort of new super sharp but flexible material out of it, like Teflon or Kevlar or something? It's indestructible.