Oh dear, Vicky. I'm imagining you wading through the flood in your cellar, wondering just how much damage water can do to air-dried hams. Can't you just air dry them again? I'm sure that the kids wouldn't notice if you were to slide a couple of slices between some country white in their lunchboxes.
I was so looking forward to it myself. I've been dreaming of it for months - when was it that we came over to watch the Pig Fest? March? All that saliva wasted.
Oh well, at least we can make more Christmas decorations (I have visions of the hams dressed up like a Christmas tree as they paddle off to a better place than the Tin Drums).
Our baubles are probably in an unpacked box somewhere so let's get together and I'll try and remember how Steiner nursery taught us to do angels. The kids will probably slope off and watch X-Factor re-runs and we'll be left with a wad of cotton wool, a bottle of red and cosy fire. Sounds lovely. Shall we practice our altos at the same time? Beats an afternoon in Churchill Square, don't you think?
Gx
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