Well, it looks as though Blogger has changed its mind again because now you don't have to put robot numbers in - you seem to have a choice. The wonders of computers sail right over my head. I still can't do links - can anyone tell me in easy language how to do them - it would save me having to write 'on my side bar' every time I wanted my readers to refer to a particular blog.
A week today and it is Christmas day. Barring my on line grocery order (booked for Tuesday morning - I had to book it on November 23rd in order to get a spot, that's how manic people get) - and a spot of 'goody' shopping with friend W on Saturday morning I have finished everything.
I sometimes wonder if the women didn't do things, would it get done. (outrage expected in my comments from the few men who 'do' Christmas).
I personally love it and get pleasure from all the preparations. And as for those who say it is a time when families get together to fall out - well all I can say is that I have never found it so, but maybe I am just lucky.
Christmas Day - just the farmer and I - will be spent on a new giant jig saw puzzle we have bought, interspersed with games of Rummikub and a bit of television when there is something we want to watch. Boxing Day the family and friends come for lunch and buffet in the evening.
Last evening there was a television programme where Giles Coren and his brother in law discussed the twelve wines of Christmas. The programme was interesting in that we visited various places at home and abroad, where liquor was produced. But all I can say is that if we all approached Christmas intending to drink all the liquers, egg-nogs, wines, spirits and mulls they recommended we would be so 'blotto' Christmas would pass in a haze. Maybe for those who end up falling out with their families, this would be a good idea. Just don't get behind the wheel of a car though!