Out for a lovely Christmas carvery... filling us faces once again... Mind you, we had to endure Jim's jokes, & that was before the devastating satire that leapt from the cut-price crackers. Terry got a 3-inch ruler after his big pull - we laughed & made horrid, crude jokes.
Jace had left the protein-only diet well behind; complaining about putting on a few pounds back on as he powered down his grub 2-handed. RobS seemed to enjoy the beer better, as he chatted away wi'Neil on their plans to return in the evening for chips n'gravy! Chris had a little one, as he often does! He did however, ensure 'Chelle didn't have to stint on her portion - which was v 'christian' of the fellow....
There was a bit of a problem with balls; big, doughy, minty balls! After Eight? Gill wouldn't wait & piled into'em about 2.15pm. They didn't go down too well; pretty much no one else could face'em - Linda, unsurprisingly, went for the crush. Shaun sat a little further away from the table, & there were a lot of left balls - they simply weren't right!
For some reason, Rob kept winking & giving all-&-sundry the 'big thumbs up'... Rhys got a bit flustered, claiming football was a more enjoyable spectator sport than rugby union - how we all laughed! I'm not sure if even Gavin could agree with that!
A wonderful way to while away an afternoon... good grub; good mates; good heavens, we still have our Christmas curry to look forward to! More gruntling for all - Hoorah!
