Our Christmas Day

Our Christmas Day

No politics, no religion around the table.

Only family that gathers on too few occasions and the return of a beloved one.

Such a splendid meal generates too much clearing up but it’s all done now and I shan’t have to go downstairs and face a sticky kitchen tomorrow morning. The dog can’t understand why we’ve put the leftovers in the fridge instead of giving them to him and as I write he’s still yipping in desperate hope.

How was your Christmas Day?


Christmas Eve snapshot



I need to catch up with the soup; the starter; the bread rolls; the stuffing; the bacony sausage things

I worry about having under-catered for vegetarians

I sound very croaky and my throat is still sore

We have not been very generous with the giftage this Christmas

The garden is still unfinished and looks like a lunar landscape


On the other hand:



I’m ahead with the beef; the cabbage; the mince pies; the cake; the sausage rolls; the able sauce

The Boywonder is back in one piece

I have few presents left to wrap and it looks like I won’t be up until 1am as usual on Christmas eve.

The new kitchen is complete and working well

Someone else is bringing the wine


Best look on the bright side. Wishing you all a very merry Christmas.




Christmas concert night

Christmas concert night


It’s been an interesting evening comprising, as it did, the concert of my choir and MsDD’s BYCB band, and a session in the pub afterwards, when we were joined for a little by members of the OH’s band, who also did their concert in Beckenham tonight.

We weren’t driving so more alcohol was consumed than normal, once I’d tottered down the High Street in my clingy evening dress and sparkly Choo platforms that are slightly too big for me. No. Don’t go there. I’m sure you can imagine how I looked. Maybe Lynda caught a glimpse of me as I tiptoed past? Interesting conversations were had, by the loosened tongues, however and maybe it’s best that these remain as flytipped rubbish by the verge.

Generally we sang well and the band played well, of course. But it’s really difficult to see the conductor from the choir stalls, especially if one is  a 5′ tall soprano and the conductor isn’t  very tall either. In rehearsal I had to change seats a couple of times and I was roundly condemned for doing so. But what is the use of being in a choir if you can’t see the conductor?

In the end I lacked the requisite courage to wear the side tiara especially purchased for the occasion, though several people told me how much they hoped I would wear one. There is always next year.


Christmas begins

Christmas begins

I’ve wanted lights like these for ages but, like many, we have boxes and boxes of Christmas lights in our eaves cupboards, in our storage pod in various states of display and disrepair, and I didn’t like to buy any new ones.

It’s all change this year, however, and I bit that bullet and bought these, and installed them in a vase I got as a birthday present years ago, that has mostly never been used because most flowers are not tall enough to be seen and when it’s filled with water, it’s impossible to life.

I have written 10 Christmas cards in total so far and done about a third of my Christmas shopping. Somehow it will all come together because it will have to.

And today we switched on our Christmas lights.


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