A good Oie'll Voirrey (Christmas Eve - literally "Mary's night") last night. and her mother came up. I was worried as they were running late (daughter in the bath and was waiting for her mum to tell her to get out; mum asleep on the sofa after dealing with the cat!). But the meat was cooking, and when they got here we had dinner (fresh pineapple to start, gammon with potatoes, cauliflower cheese and yorkshire pudding, then spiced peaces and cream to finish).
The really nice thing was that we could spend time together. In the past, they have headed off to her grandmother's down south. This time, they could stay, and talk over a glass of wine (well alcopop in my daughter's case) and catch up. It was the closest thing to a family Christmas for years!
Anyway - work calls. So I wish you shee as boggey erriu (peace and joy to you).