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Winter breaks
Hello again! Well, I’ve been thinking about how close we are to Christmas and New Year – so much to do and to get organised! We’d need a holiday to get over the holiday!
I was going to surprise Geoff. Warm. Or snowy? Can’t make my mind up. He wasn’t back until late, so Mary and Peter came round.
“I guess it’s too early for a drop of Martell Cognac?” said Peter as we returned from a walk — he’d seen the Martell X.O. on the sideboard.
“Oh go on then,” I said. “We’ll have a treat. Besides, I want to pick your brains.” It was nearly Christmas after all — Geoff says how much Martell Cognac’s elegant finish of roasted nuts and dried fruit with a hint of cocoa reminds him of Christmas, but actually we love it all year. “What’s with the brainpicking Jenny?” asked Peter as we settled in on the sofas, the fire crackling away, with dogs on the hearth rug. “Ideas for a winter break. Something different, unusual.” Peter said he’d loved the ice hotel. “Warmer than you’d think, sleep on reindeer skins. “Or husky sledding?” The dogs stirred, and looked up as if to say a nice walk on the fells is one thing but you could push a dog too far... “Wow. That sounds great. Where can you do that?” “Finland,” said Peter, “or Canada, the snowy wastes,
The Call Of The Wild...” “Jack London.”
“That reminds me,” said Mary. Lucy and John? Are they coming for Christmas?” I said they were hoping to. “We’ll make arrangements later when we know the dates,” I said. “Ha. Dates.” said Peter. “Hot spots. Petra? The Red Rose City. Go in on horseback at dawn, stay in the desert. Dead romantic.” “Marrakesh,” said Mary, “will be warmish. We spent a lovely long weekend there.” The dogs’ ears pricked up and we heard the back door. “Hello you lot,” said Geoff. What are you talking about?” “Erm, Lucy and John,” I said, quickly. “at Christmas.” “And where you and Jenny are going for a winter break,” said Peter helpfully. Doh! Geoff raised an eyebrow. “What winter break is that, then darling?” he laughed. I was rumbled. “More Martell Cognac, everyone?”
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