Not today, Saturday, a couple of friends had invited us to a nice knock-up Christmas dinner with them and 7 other people. I hadn’t eaten much all day – hadn’t really felt hungry tbh – so was ready to get stuck in when we arrived. We’d brought pigs in blankets and apple crumble with custard; the PnB were used as a snack to whet the appetite.
It was a good spread, turkey, stuffing, all the potatoes, parsnips and carrots, sprouts, gravy etc, and everyone was really getting into it. The wine was flowing freely too; and the crumble and custard was the icing on the cake. There was tons of crumble, so even though I was feeling full I had a second (generous) portion.
Needless to say I really wasn’t feeling well after that, but still had to be sociable with everyone. I tried not to concentrate on how rough my stomach was feeling from eating way too much as I made smalltalk, but it was getting more and more difficult. Fortunately the wife realised that we needed to get home for the dog, so suggested about 1130 that we should leave, which was music to my ears. Unfortunately, of course, everyone being very friendly, wanted to take ages to say farewell, and I was by now struggling to keep my dinner down. I legged it out, made it just outside the front door before having to chuck. And everyone now apparently thinks I’m antisocial for not saying goodbye properly.
