[homage to Larry Sultan, really ...]. We'll start off with my father pouring some lunchtime champagne. On the right, my photo-shy mother bolting, fast, out of the frame. That red glow? That's the oven, with Alice's baked potato baking. She's back in the hotel, sick as a dog. I'm uncertain why dogs are sick, but it's a customary phrase - if a baffling one.
My father poses, gamely, with champagne.
Each year, a favored few get a calendar, with The Best Of ... the previous year illustrating the months to come. Here my parents try and guess whatever my pictures could possibly be of.
The calendar-gift was packaged up with a fetching ribbon, that my father then tied into a bow tie.
Ah well - if in doubt, give books.
Happy British Christmas, everyone ...