...and I have not even got the decorations out of the boxroom yet. My cleaner comes on Monday mornings so I am waiting until she has gone and then the farmer and I will hit it hard. We have cut a branch in the hopes that we can emulate Cro's lovely branch tree for our utility room. Time will tell.
Most Christmas jobs are done however. The food cupboard is full and the freezer is full. The fridge is bursting with food and all the menus are written. It is just the last minute vegetables to get on Christmas eve and we are away.
I do love Christmas cards. For anyone who has decided not to send them any more (and I do appreciate that they are both expensive to buy and to post) I do urge you to think carefully. When you have moved around the country a lot, as I have, it is the one time in the year when we swap up to date news and greetings. Finding a pile of cards on the mat when the postman has been gives me pleasure every morning.
The farmer is shooting today and friend W and I have been into town, done a little shopping and spent an hour putting the world to rights in the coffee shop. Now the wood burner is lit and I am making myself a coffee and settling down to read one of the Grantchester mystery short stories over it. Not, in my opinion, brilliant writing, but readable all the same.
Did you see in today's obituaries that Paul Torbay, author of 'Salmon fishing in the Yemen' has died? Now that is a great loss to present day literature.