Mr. Boo and I have been together for coming up to 17 years. Over the years we have always gone to friends and families homes to celebrate birthdays, Christmas’ etc. Living in a small terraced house we never had the space to have everyone over. It was a tight enough squeeze with just the five of us, hence our move to a bigger home last year.
Now we have the space to have everyone over and it is lovely having the opportunity to repay the favour of buffets and dinners that we have received over the years. At Christmas, we invited everyone over on Boxing Day so that we could open family gifts together as well as enjoy the season all under one roof.
Mr. Boo went it to full on menu planning, whilst I was a little more practical. Checking that we would have enough plates, cutlery etc. We even joked about whether we would need to get the emergency chairs out of the garage for everyone to have a seat. Luckily we had enough seats available so wouldn’t have to worry about everyone sitting at different heights on odd chairs. Something I certainly remember from my childhood when I would visit my grandparents over Christmas.
On Christmas Eve when Mr.Boo came home from work with the last few supplies needed for the party. He announced that he’d bought a bottle of wine for his mum and sister to enjoy along with some ciders for the men. It was as I popped the bottle on the side that I suddenly shouted ‘forget the emergency chairs, where’s the glassware?’. We don’t drink wine, I don’t drink at all and Mr. Boo will only have the occasional cider so we’ve never had to think about having wine glasses in the house before.
Cue a frantic text message to his mum to ask whether she could bring us a couple of wine glasses when they came over on Boxing Day. It’s a good job I realised, otherwise they would have been drinking their red wine from a mug or one of the kid’s tumblers.
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