Stick A Fork In Me, I'm Done.

Turkey and all the trimmings chez nous. The home-reared pigs in blankets were a treat and a pis$ed auntie reducing us to tears of laughter made it a Christmas lunch to remember. A lazy afternoon of snoozing and Christmas day telly followed, with presents from under the tree being unwrapped to top it off.

I did think back to my curry in Mumbai two years ago (a cure for the mother of all hangovers) and my steak and chips in Jean-Jaques in Moscow last year.

And this time next year...