We're off down to the Algarve tomorrow and I have a list
24 mince pies as well a horseradish sauce, for Mitchell, and for Tina, sprouts, parsnips and swede. Can't get them up here and we will, no doubt, pay an arm and two legs for them, but she wants them, as she's doing a very special dinner for her Portuguese in-laws. (they'll probably hate it, but hey ho
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When I was a lot younger, still at home, we always got the Radio Times for Christmas, the only time we bought it