Aude’s entire family arrived last night via different modes of transport. Aude’s parents flew in, only slightly delayed, from Nice. They’re going to be dressed casually for the next day or two, since Easyjet managed to lose their luggage (and all their Christmas presents) on the way. We’re hoping for a Christmas miracle — the airline is supposed to be couriering everything sometime today. Aude’s brother, Jerome, came directly from Paris on the Eurostar and arrived about midnight last night.

I was up early this morning wrapping presents — everything’s tucked under the tree and looking good. Aude, on the other hand, is tucked up in bed, sick as a dog with a cold.

Once everyone finally surfaces, we’re off for a traditional pub lunch at a country pub just outside Canterbury — roast beef, yorkshire pudding, and all the trimmings. I’ve got to collect my goose later this afternoon and start on Christmas dinner, but otherwise it’s a quiet day. It’s unseasonably warm and sunny, but they’re predicting much colder temperatures and snow on Boxing Day.