Yesterday we went to visit friends for the evening. So, the feast was provided by them - a meal, with cheesecake or Christmas pudding or a variety of other things for pudding. Before and after the meal we ate sweets and chocolates and biscuits.... oh yeah, that was a feast....
Today's "feasting" wasn't just a food kind of feast - although we did have home-made drop scones followed by banoffi pie for lunch, and for supper, baked potatoes with the last of the turkey stirred into a tomato and chorizo sauce (who says you should only put pasta sauce on pasta?) and more Christmas pudding for those who like it... and the offspring are off out feasting with friends elsewhere...
No, I "feasted" on getting the Big, Hanging-Over-My-Head Tasks done. Like my Tax Return, which I've been meaning to do since May. Done. Off the to-do list.
Every good deed deserves a reward and a mini-box of GuyLian Seashells was one of my Christmas presents.
And making a start on all the planning that needs to be in place ready for next Monday. That's right. Just a week left before I leap back on the roundabout.
And the final "feast" of the day is - doing nothing. Which happened after lunch, and will happen again just as soon as I press "Publish" on this post.