All families have them, they are the little things you always do at Christmas.
The argument over the game of Monopoly that you know you are going to have but secretly look forward to. The trip to midnight mass if you are religious. Grandads rather off colour recollections about his time in the navy after a few glasses of rum. The wearing of all the naff clothes you got and then all going down the pub to laugh at everyone else in the same sort of stuff.
Well for the past couple of years I have been establishing (without even noticing really) a new Xmas tradition, seeing as Jo and I are not together any more.
At some point over the Xmas period, QueeneMab and I take our daughters ice skating, normally at the tower of london. Sarah loves spending time with Moff, and Moff is very patient with Sarah clinging on to her as they glide slowly round the ice.
QM and I stand and take piccies and drink coffee laced with brandy and offer encouragement and take photos.
We have done it for the past two years I think, this year was the coldest yet but still great fun.
