With a pot of turkey stock soup seething on the cooker and the gaps between noisy squabbles decreasing, it was time. Time to get out of the house before there was a serious crime committed.
So we went for a walk.
Then, because it’s still Christmas, we were off to our first ever drive-in movie. ET at Lomond Shores.
The film stood up remarkably well since 1982 and the boys loved it. “Eat peas, phone home,” said Boy Three.