A whistle-stop trip back to London for a Christmas en famille was something that felt like it might not happen with train strikes on both sides of La Manche and Border Force walk outs.
But somehow we pulled it off – and got to spend time with these two lovely lads.
Then after helping Matt prep a load of vegetables, we transported it all to my father’s for a very merry Christmas dinner with him and my sister.
We brought a bûche de Noël with us from the boulangerie under our flat. It survived the journey intact – and tasted lovely.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 