Yesterday, to help distract the Philosopher and I from the fact that the Bakestress was on the eve of departure, Father Christmas came early.
We wanted the chance to celebrate her a little bit. But, little rascal, she slipped in front and celebrated us first by buying us chicken at a local joint we know, called Nando’s. We ordered one chicken. A whole chicken! Added perk: bottomless coke to feed a certain philosopher’s tired little grey cells and delicious chili/mint mushy peas to feed a sisterly fetish for green things.
To be honest, it was the second best; the all-time best gift of Christmas 2011 has been with us for the past 4 months, in the pint-sized, brown-hair-blue-eyed, smiling form of the Bakestress herself.
We already miss her. To avoid glum faces, we simply sigh and look at pictures like these, and our hearts become glad.