Fly, fly away

We found the turkey...well, we know the exact address it was delivered to...but the lovely lady (Frau Sandra Klink) denies (by SMS) all knowledge...fishfingers for Christmas dinner it is then!

Spent the middle (& best part of the day) at a friend's house, drinking fizzy stuff until we had drunk all the fizzy stuff, so then we came home, made the stuffing, iced the cake, wrapped the last few presents and I managed to slice the top of a finger open with a herb cutter (but not grate off the end of a finger with the zester today though - progress!)