JAMES
As soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.
... Perfect...
... Now for the turkey...
In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:
Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs...
The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...
Pausing from chopping onions, “Something wrong?” I call.
Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. “Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged.”