Mince pies and Christmas pud

Last night was David’s company Christmas party at a restaurant called the Northern Whig (for an old newspaper). That is the fourth Christmas dinner I’ve had and I am at the point where, if I see another mince pie or Christmas pudding, I’m going to scream. There are little mince pies everywhere I go--neighbors, friends, offices, everyone invites you for tea and a wee pie. I feel like I’ve gained 10 pounds--and I still have quite a few big meals to go. Tomorrow I fly home to the states--here’s hoping I fit in my little airport seat.
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