Steve I am sitting here with the turkey cooking in the oven which has lead me to write a memory that came into my head. A few years ago when Anabel lived here, you, as always sorted out the turkey that was your domain.......mine was wrapping the presents and preparing the stuffing, chipolata sausages and veg and cooking them......I remember one night you had had a few drinks on that Christmas Eve and the turkey was cooking slowly in the oven and you wanted to check it.......only you pulled it out of the oven and dropped it......the turkey bounced and the grease went all over the kitchen floor making the tiles slippery like an ice rink.....I have to admit I did tell you off and even yelled at you as I was then on my way to church for midnight mass.......we did manage to clean it all up before I went and the turkey was retrieved and put back in the roasting tin.......and completed but I went to church being asked what was up and telling my mum and Damon......Steve's dropped the f ing turkey and we've now had to clear up all the grease that's gone all over the floor........this year its my turn to get the turkey in the oven and cooked......and I'm missing you as you are not here to ask advice..........but I hope that you are getting ready to celebrate wherever you are and are watching us trying to get through this 1st festive period without you xxx