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Will spend it with my son in the UK, where, according to my family tradition, the two of us will work for eight hours to produce food that takes our spouses and ourselves 40 minutes to eat. The food preparation being interspersed with present opening, doing the big Guardian cryptic crossword, drinking the odd gin and tonic and/or glass of lightly chilled Tokaji, discussing when to put the sprouts on and who's in charge of the gravy. All will be hyggeligt.
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