Sprout

– Well, that's another Christmas come and gone. All those months of preparation (or so people tell me; I must have put in a solid week myself) and then it's over before you notice.
– I don't know. There do to seem to be fewer festive lights around the streets today. And I noticed a lady in a shop window taking down her tree this morning, which was a little sad. But I always think the celebrations should carry on for a good few days.
– Twelfth nightish.
– Yes. It somehow seems more appropriate than it all going flat by Boxing Day, and everyone being swept away by the sales. Let alone the sales beginning online on Christmas Day itself.
– Certainly have enough food to last well into the New Year. Still can't open the fridge without things falling out on top of me. And hardly made much of an impact on the pudding.
– I rather like the way these things last. Certainly helps with menu planning for the first few weeks of January.
– So did Christmas go smoothly?
– I guess so: more or less. There is always so much to do: you rather lose track of the days.
– Thursday.
– Sorry?
– Today's Thursday.
– Yes. I meant you tend to lose sight of the bigger picture: get too bogged down with the details: how many hours to cook the sprouts, that sort of thing.
– At such times, all you can do is to try your best. And hope the sprouts are edible.