Woke up and wrapped a few presents before a slap-up halloumi fry-up breakfast.
Then off for what is probably the one of the high points of the year for Dave and I - the big mooch down the Gloucester Road in Bristol. One of the best and few remaining proper shopping streets in the country with proper independent shops - butchers, ironmongers and hardware shops, little gift boutiques, vintage clothes shops, cafes, bizarre one-offs like the brewing shop and oodles of charity shops. Love it.
Then walked back up the hill to Tulin's for mulled wine before heading out to the Bowl Inn in Almondsbury for Christmas dinner. We went there last year, and booked it again as it had been so good. Things were a bit confused though to start. When I'd booked, I'd specified we wanted the Christmas dinner but the woman taking the reservation hadn't noted it down. So we had to get them to lay our table with all the silly hats and crackers you expect. And for some reason, it was ridiculously cold even with the wood burner on. But the food was still excellent - chestnut and apple soup, bream fillets and citron tart.
Back at Tulin's, there was talk of champagne, but we were all so full, we ended up having a cup of tea instead. How wild.
