Poor little Poppy, at four months today, has a cold. This reminded me of my sadness when Sam first cut himself.
Our granddaughter spent much of the morning in her customary position on her Dad’s arm.
After lunch, she perked up and, clad in her Christmas fairy outfit made by Granny, showed determined concentration in opening her sack of presents. (The photo on the wall in the third picture below is of Flo, the first Christmas fairy dress girl.)
Some necessary assistance was rendered by her mother,
although two pairs of hands were insufficient for the task of unravelling the mobile.
Don’t miss the little pink wings on Poppy’s back.
We opened our main presents before dinner. Jackie was delighted with her Pauline King (the contented crafter) light catcher all the way from New Zealand.
Dinner was the full works: roast turkey, roast potatoes and parsnips, stuffing, sausages, bacon, mashed carrots and swede, Brussels sprouts with chestnuts and onions, bread sauce, and superb gravy; all followed by Christmas pudding. Red and white wines were drunk.