Carrots - The Night Before Christmas
She gets a surprise visit just before Christmas.
It had been a long day. Paul had gone to bed, and I was sitting on the sofa in my dressing gown, drinking another sherry. I wasn't entirely sure how many I had drunk, but there was a distinct sway to the room. We had been and collected the turkey, and that was all prepped in the oven, ready to cook in the morning. We had peeled potatoes, scraped parsnips and carrots, shelled sprouts, and made stuffing balls. The table was...