You must be wondering how was Christmas at FLOR.
Christmas began with cutting strawberries, mountains of them, until our hands became itchy from its mild acidity.
Christmas meant no sleep, no rest, no facial expression to my three chefs.
Well, the only facial expression they can pull off during Christmas is smugness.
My cuter and overall more pleasant sales assistants, who despite their sweet exterior hides a fearsome drive to work and work, sell and sell.
The banquet on Christmas Eve, beautifully prepared by my mother and Aida.
The girls at FLOR.
The girls at FLOR.
Robin's family who came to join us.
My brother's best mate.
My lovable mother.
A Merry Christmas to you all.
