I have just read that Christmas lunch is about 3,500 calories. Actually, mine is probably more. The good thing about it being lunch is you might have time to make a start on the 14 hours of brisk exercise required to burn it off before bedtime; opening presents with extra vigour? Anyway, as practice for the forthcoming feasting, Mr Smith took me out for a wonderful lunch after which I took the dog for a snowy waddle up Rabbit Hill. Wimbledon Common resembles Val D'Isere with about the same number of braying Brits in skisuits including my neighbours who looked like Christmas elves in red salopettes they must have got down from the loft.
I am still too full for a cup of tea.
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