The tree is tinselled, the floor is shiny, the prezzies are wrapped and the chimney has been cleaned out for 'you-know-who'.
Whilst the ladies lie in waiting, our Madiba-clad kitchen-bound trusty chef cooks faster than the speed of light, note the blur as he moves from stove to counter and back again - all whilst on the phone - and who said boys can't multi-skill?
Karin, Tashe and I toast the man-slave and allow him to sit at the table and dine with us (after all it is Xmas). Karin and Tashe at least plucked up the energy to go for a walk but we oldies stayed behind to keep the homefire burning.
We feasted on a fat juicy chicken and Chef allowed us to have both potatoes AND rice at the same time, so we were happy little bunnies (but eating like ravenous, rabid, rowdy rabbits).
Jeannie popped in after lunch so we continued nibbling and 'wining' for a few hours into the evening but the Chef, who doubled as the photographer had gone to bed so I didn't get a pic of her!!
We feasted on a fat juicy chicken and Chef allowed us to have both potatoes AND rice at the same time, so we were happy little bunnies (but eating like ravenous, rabid, rowdy rabbits).
Jeannie popped in after lunch so we continued nibbling and 'wining' for a few hours into the evening but the Chef, who doubled as the photographer had gone to bed so I didn't get a pic of her!!
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