Dieses Jahr wird Weihnachten einmal anders, sagt Peggy, die Inhaberin von Spotlights ganz eigenem Londoner Pub. Von INEZ SHARP
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“To me, the perfect Christmas involves sitting around and eating too much”
Phil: Are you sure you don’t want to come Christmas shopping with me tomorrow? Peggy: Absolutely sure. I told you: this year, Christmas is going to be different. Phil: Remind me, dear...
Peggy: First, there is not going to be the usual orgy of present-buying.
George: Orgy? What orgy?
Phil: Hello, George! The usual?
George: Yup! OK, so no orgies this Christmas? What’s going on?
Peggy: I’m serious about this. We are going to celebrate a different kind of Christmas this year.
Phil: Peggy is just explaining the 12 rules of a no-fun holiday season.
George: Oh, right! Maggie tried that a couple of years ago.
Peggy: Phil, you’ll thank me when January comes round.
George: So what’s going to be different? Peggy: As I said, no big shopping trips like the one I took with you two last year.
George & Phil: Oh, no!
Peggy: Yes, I imagine the two of you had a great time drinking hot toddies at the Christmas fair, while I ran around buying the stuff you’d forgotten about.
George: But you are going to get a present for Simone, aren’t you?
Peggy: Of course. I wouldn’t want my granddaughter to feel left out.
George: So there’s a minimal-present rule. What else is going to be different?
Peggy: Well, we’re going to go on lots of invigorating walks. We’ll take the Tube to Hampstead and walk across the heath. George: That sounds rather nice. Maybe Maggie and I will join you.
Phil: Hey! Whose side are you on?
George: Come on! Taking a walk is hardly extreme.
Phil: To me, the perfect Christmas is about sitting around, watching old films, eating too much and falling asleep after the Queen’s speech.
Peggy: Yes, and then comes January, when I have to listen to weeks of griping about all the weight you need to lose.
George: She’s right, you know.
Phil: I hate it when a woman’s right and I have no good arguments in my favour. George: Does that mean, Peggy, that there’s going to be only diet food over Christmas?
Peggy: No, we’ll have the usual menu for the pub, but Phil and I won’t be having too much rich stuff.
Phil: No Christmas pudding with brandy butter?
Peggy: Yes, but only a small portion, and then we’ll take a nice long walk.
Sean: Hi, everyone! I’ve just baked the first round of mince pies. Anyone want to try one?
Phil: I don’t think I’m allowed to. Peggy: Of course you can have a mince pie, just not the whole tray.
George: Oh, they are delicious!
Peggy: Actually, they really are good. What did you put in them?
Sean: That’s my secret ingredient. Have another one.
Peggy: Why not! Two can’t do any harm. Sean: Now I have to get back to the kitchen.
Peggy: Leave the tray of mince pies here. The smell is so lovely. I’ll just try one more... George: (aside to Phil) I think your no-fun Christmas has ended before it even began.
Sean Phil & Peggy