No more relaxing.
No more wining.
No more grinning.
No more futzing.
No more crackering.
It's cracked.
Put away the fancy glasses.
No more carving. No more glutony! No more port, pudding and hard sauce. Well, maybe just one more weekend . . .Yes, it is now Christmas past. We had a peaceful celebration and then I made a quick trip to Victoria to visit a sleep expert (my dear friend Donna, who was in disguise).
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