But Tim and Jules threw their usual Christmas party for their street: mulled wine and mince pies all round. We met our old landlords and the rest is history.
So when we moved into our new digs here in the heart of suburbia, we decided to follow in their footsteps and throw a house-warming/Christmas party for our new neighbours.
And so Mrs Hope baked all Saturday and produced 60 (delicious) mini mince pies, and then mulled and spiced wine and fruit juice respectively this afternoon. Having made and delivered our invitations two weeks earlier, our lovely neighbours turned up promptly at three this afternoon and tactfully left as Reuben tucked into his tea at five.
I can probably only remembered half a dozen names, as our sitting room was packed; there were kids playing pool downstairs and shouting through the intercom system or messing around with Reuben's toys and we ran out of both glasses and mugs. All in all it was a great afternoon.
But we've got still got half the mince pies left...
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