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Overall, then we had a lovely Christmas. We always do it in stages. Christmas Eve we are usually just us 5, more-or-less following my Scandinavian (Danish) traditions & we do the present thing from us and my side of the family. Christmas morning the girls get stockings (from 'Santa') and then, after mass, we go round to my in-laws for Christmas #2 with Darcy's family.

Usually Darcy goes to midnight mass (as he's in the choir) but this year wasn't feeling up to it, so we all went on Christmas Day. And none of us thought to think to check the time, just defaulting to 'Mass is always at 11' which is true on Sundays. But not, as it turns out, Christmas.

We arrived a few minutes past 11 (don't get me started on how we're always late, by now I've basically given up on ever making them be on time), and though 'Hang on, why does it look like everyone's leaving? Wait... Was mass at 10???'

Yes. Yes it was.

(Although, as Miss M remarked - we'd be the family that always goes to church - except for Christmas!)

Not that we were the only ones to have gotten the time wrong, we were a nice little handful.

And then our parish priests displayed the mostest Christmas spirit ever, and said mass just for us. <3 We were about 20, maybe, and it was just the loveliest mass ever. :)

Then there was family time, which was also great. As we don't exactly have a lot of money at the moment, we went for cheap & cheerful when it came to all the nephews & nieces - they're all young, so we bought a load of chocolate Santas. As it turned out, this was a brilliant idea. Three days later, littlest niece STILL thinks her chocolate Santa was her best present!

We watched Doctor Who (of course) which was utterly delightful, and then Strictly, which proved that however cheesy you thought Doctor Who was, Strictly could outdo it within the first five minutes.

We had to go back to the inlaws both Boxing Day, and the day after, to help eat left overs! (Not that this was a chore in any way. Love my inlaws.)

I decided to skip Dickensian (there's what, 20 episodes???), but And Then There Were None looked at treat, and it was. Say what you will about Agatha Christie, she writes good female characters. And dayum, Aidan Turner as the designated eye candy did not go unnoticed. Of course he's also an excellent actor, but if the script calls for him to drape himself in doorways, with only a very low-slung towel around his hips, I'm not going to complain. General verdict: BBC Christmas telly at its finest. Hereby recommended.

Oh and my mother-in-law got the 'board' game of Countdown for Christmas, which people of course played. The Cherub's main contributions: 1) When having it explained how - if there was an 'S' you could add it to the end of a word to make it longer, and get a higher score that way - she scanned the available letters, and happily declared: 'Twats!' (*sigh*) 2) Knowing full well that you can only make a single word, she still made 'DOG IN KOMA'. I think they gave her the points out of amusement.

The most 'interesting' Christmas present - well the only one I'm going to talk about - is the kitchen tap. Our kitchen tap has been dripping for... far longer than I care to think about, but taps aren't cheap, so we asked for one for Christmas. And a few days ago Darcy tackled the whole thing (very complicated, there were also issues with the stop tap etc. etc.) - and it was a great success. Kitchen has been improved just generally (various things that needed fixing) and no more drips. The only one that's not happy is... the cat.

See, a dripping tap is basically like a hamster water bottle, but for a cat. It was his own private drinking fountain, and now, all of a sudden, it's GONE. He spent a day or so jumping up onto the worktop, trying to get his head around the new tap, trying to get water out of it, but nothing happened. Result: He's sulking. Like, properly, seriously genuinely sulking. It's HILARIOUS. If he were a teenager he'd be locked up in his room listening to My Chemical Romance and dying his hair black, occasionally shouting about how we all HATE him! Since he can't do that, he just mopes, continually, sitting curled up in awkward spots and feeling sorry for himself.

Otherwise we've slowly been catching up on The Bridge (2 episodes left! If you spoil me, I will never talk to you again!) and oh god, Saga keeps breaking my heart. And it's so well written, I can't even.

This afternoon, however, we watched The Age of Ultron. There were some funny lines, and a LOT of fighting. (I think I may have had my fill of superhero movies. SO MUCH FIGHTING... It gets so dull.) The Romanoff stuff was - if possible - even more offensive than I'd gathered beforehand. Seriously Joss? You thought THAT was an acceptable line? Anyway. We shall be watching Mad Max: Fury Road tonight. I think that'll be a nice palate cleaner.

Oh, not sure if I ever mentioned it, but I ADORED Star Wars: The Force Awakens. We watched it the weekend before Christmas.

What else? Looking forward to Sherlock tomorrow, obviously. There's probably more, but one of Darcy's friends has come over for New Year's so I should probably go be sociable.

Wishing you all the best for 2016!!! Dunno what I'd do without you. I'm terrible at commenting, and even worse at writing about my own life, so I hope this makes up for things a little... ♥

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Our Church doesn't have a Christmas Day service, but the Sunday after Christmas they always change the time of that service .... just to keep us all on our toes, I think!!

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