New Year’s Eve started with
the belated exchange of Christmas presents with the daughters, including the receipt
of camel hair socks and yak wool leggings from Mongolia and equally acceptable if
more conventional clothing from Nottingham; the evening was devoted to a murder
mystery game over a three course dinner for which younger daughter and partner
prepared a starter of skewered chicken satay, my wife and I cooked a couple of
curries for the main, and elder daughter and son whipped up a chocolate and
hazelnut tart for dessert - and as for the murder, who did it or guessed it right
were less important than the vamped up costumes and the variable accents.
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