Starters:
Warning : any alcohol content under 40% renders gin unsuitable for human consumption. It also encourages the spread of mosquitoes : the harbringer of those horrible diseases above.
So it works.
But Christmas is the one time I abstain from gin ( so I made up for it last week by polishing off the best part of a bottle of Brecon gin - if you haven't tried it you should)
I'm off duty this Christmas so,
0530 hrs, up to the chapel, stoke up the fire and light candles in readiness for the plygain (early morning service postponed nowadays until 0630 to appease the laggards)
0800 (hopefully) back home for a cup of tea or and a breakfast of roast turkey giblets after spending a bit of time using the Jeep to tow out anyone who went to chapel and ignored the request to park on the graveyard road directly behind the last car but instead said ooh, there's a nice bit of grass to put the car, it happens every year.
mid morning over to sisters to see the kids and maybe a sniff of the malt to liven things up.
1150 hrs walk to club and consume four pints of old tacklebag whilst meeting the outlaws to escort them back to our place for turkey and locally reared rib of Welsh black beef washed down with whatever wine looks dustier from the cellar - unless my brother has again sent something special up from London.
After dinner, coffee and liqeurs then take the father in law on a tour of either Western Scottish distilleries or dutch flavoured and pure Genevers (not gin) - maybe both
approximately 1900, clean up the father in law's mess (or the mess that is now the father in law), frogmarch him home and, as I'm passing the club a few more liveners before an early night in readiness for the boxing day hunt.
Nothing special really!