Don’t sit like that, you’ll rip your onesie!

This week we have been back in the UK, seeing family over the holiday period. The choice quote of the period forms the title of today’s post, but more on that later.

We flew back to the U.K. on the low-cost carrier, Norwegian Air. That means a 787 packed with a huge economy cabin and a small number of premium economy seats. After a fellow passenger fainting in the aisle, other passengers almost having a fight, and the cabin being generally tiny, we’re going back premium!

Our first night back was spent in Guildford, where we went to a burger place, and ordered milkshakes. Neither of us thought that salted caramel milkshakes should be pink, nor should they taste of strawberry; however, the staff of Gourmet Burger Kitchen in Guildford thought otherwise. After a short, yet amicable disagreement, we ended up agreeing to disagree on whether these really were salted caramel milkshakes or not. I can only suggest that if you prefer your burger experience to include getting what you asked for, well, maybe try Five Guys instead?

In Guildford we went to the traditional service of lessons and carols. I’ve never been to one of these in a proper cathedral before, and it was impressive. Helen gave her all on the descant lines, and we enjoyed the nativity scenes made by local junior schools dotted around the place (whilst noting that oddly, our US cousins call this a crèche).

We’ve been visiting both our families, and my niece’s son James is the proud owner of a Star Wars onesie - thus the title. We also had a highly competitive game of Monopoly, where I came dead last, Edward showed his excellent number skills, and Vicky was obviously playing to win. Back in Totton, there was special appreciation for that gift of the DVD of the Mid-Peninsula Recorder Orchestra doing their thing. At least, I think it was appreciation...