I think what we didnt eat has been melted down and comes back to us in egg form. Bit like reincarnation only smells nicer (I've worked in a chocolate factory and it didnt put me off one bit).
Shall we put a note in our diaries then for say next September and remind ourselves only to do the Christmas things we like (if any). We could support each other for this and come up with suitable reasons for not buying aunt agatha bathsalts like in the past 10 years...
Sal
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