The thing you should know about my Auntie is that she is clumsy, very clumsy. She must deserve an award or medal by now, surely. Also, I tell you this with a warning!! Never trust her to do anything. Wherever she is, and whenever something will go wrong. You can bet on it! My Auntie, bless her, does try her best and she is really caring on the inside. She has long guilded blonde, lustrous hair cascading down her slender shoulders and dazzling aquamarine eyes. She is also scarily thin even though she could eat for Britain!
My Auntie Cathy was in the steamy kitchen trying to make sure everything was ready, ‘Nearly ready’ she yelled. Well I bet, if I look at everyone’s faces, I can tell you what they are thinking, ‘Where’s the back up food’. All you could hear was the clattering as she lifted up all of the clear lids on the sterling coloured saucepans and dragged the steel silver door of the oven closed Everything seemed fine and everyone was sitting down waiting for dinner,
‘When’s fooood readyyy??’ whined the toddlers.
‘Coming now, calm down’ she yelled again. Then there was this foul smell coming from the kitchen. It was disgusting; it was like burning plastic and rubber mixed together.
‘Ewww!!’, I screamed holding my nose,‘What is that smell?’ That’s when my Auntie sprinted in with a coal black thing on a tray and a trail of smoke like a road behind us. It tumbled to the mahogany floor where bellows of smoke were rising the ceiling from the so called ‘turkey’.
Then the children being children, decided, as Grandpa was sleeping again, that they would aim for his mouth, which was also wide open, and try and get turkey in there. At least they were amused. So we didn’t have any Christmas dinner and I wouldn’t like to be Grandpa now. Hehe!
Well fortunately, as my Grandma is so fussy she ‘bought’ back up food but it was veggie lasagne because of my mum! But never mind, as there wasn’t much conversation, I went up to my room and played the wii and grabbed some chocolate, everyone was happy downstairs and there was, as usual, rubbish telly on, and I was bored which is the usual end to Christmas Day. Well I thought, ‘She’s managed it’. Well, it was lunchtime on Christmas day and she’s done her annual inappropriate act so I knew, fingers crossed, nothing should happen for the rest of the day. But there’s still New Year’s. Huhhhh! Help! Oh I can’t wait till next year!
