"Could you pass me the peas love?" Aaron's grandmother asked him as the whole family sat around the dining room table for Christmas dinner. Aaron's father Tony sat at the head while to the right of him sat Tony's father and then mother, Aaron sat by his grandmother and then Deborah from a few doors down the road sat to the left of Tony.
"A'right." Aaron shrugged before picking up the warm bowl of peas, a tablespoon teetering on the very edge of the bowl. As Aaron passed it haphazardly towards his grandmother, the spoon started to slide out from the big mountain of greying peas which nearly flicked up onto her lap. Thankfully that didn't happen. Peas were plated and served before everyone dug in. The first mouthful caused Aaron to nearly gag. The food was disgusting, just like every other year. His grandmother would have said that she had made the food and that Tony was trying to help but was being a hindrance but Tony actually made it all. Hence the meal.
Aaron's grandmother couldn't do certain as well as she once could, she was too shaky, but that didn't stop her from trying. She was an extremely stubborn woman with the looks of a timid granny but the mouth of a foul mouthed sailor.
Deborah had made the pudding which Aaron, out of protest was not going to like. He hadn't warmed to her much like the last girlfriends of his father. Pretty much anyone who got on the wrong side of him, which was was very easy would be hated. Deborah was hated purely because she was new. He didn't ever admit it and he was kind of hiding this fact from himself but he missed his mother. All the other women seemed to be like they were replacing her and he didn't like it.
The meal ended it's usual way of burps and flatulence and with that, everyone was ready to sit down and relax. "Right. Who's ready for the Queen's Speech?" Tony asked with a hint of humour in his voice, as everyone but Deborah, who was tidying everything away, all found a seat in the living room before sitting down. To everyone not in the know of the family traditions, you would think he was talking about the actual Queen's Speech, with the Queen sitting on a seat and everything, but that was a few hours previously, but he was actually talking about the 'real one', the most important one to the family - an episode of the TV series 'The Royale Family'. Everyone piped with a 'yes' to Tony's question. The TV quickly fired up with a sudden fizzing sound before the screen slowly lit up. The person in charge of the remote - Tony - flicked through the channels before landing on the right one. An old episode of some seventies series was coming to an end just before the endless hours of viewing began, whilst everyone started downing endless cans of cheap lager, between the family sized bags of crisps and the Christmas tins of chocolate.