I (barely) survived my first Glaswegian Christmas. Despite the lack of snow and wealth of rain, it was lovely. Paul and I opened our gifts on Christmas morning before heading out to Paul's Dads for Christmas dinner - where I think I picked up yet another cold from one of Paul's wee brothers/sister.
At Paul's Dads, I also discovered Amarula. Now normally I'm not one for liquors or really, drinking anything other than wine or cocktails but oh my god, this stuff is dew from the South African Gods. I'm not sure if it's available in Canada - I don't think I've ever seen it - but if you like drinking booze that tastes like fruity caramel, then I highly recommend it.
After downing about two Amarula's on the rocks, we opened some gifts from Paul's Dad and Step-Mom and both Paul and I were stunned into silence when Paul opened his:
I'm not sure how or when Paul's Dad managed to score it but damn, it is sweet. It also means that Paul has now passed on his Sony Ericsson mobile to me.
As this is my first Christmas in Glasgow, this will also be my first Hogmanay (New Years Eve) and I've been told that Scots celebrate Hogmanay big time. However, like every year, I still have no plans yet. Some traditions you just can't break.