As the day itself draws nearer I find it absolutely impossible to get any sort of Christmassy feeling about things. I suppose, as it is only nine months since I lost my farmer, this is to be expected. But I have no desire to put up decorations and make much in the way of prepation.
My family will all receive a present of money and friends have agreed to give presents a miss this year. All my family will come as usual on Boxing Day and the big day itself I am spending with three other friends.
Menus are being planned so that much of the cooking can be done in advance. Jacket potatoes and vegetables cooked on the day to add to various cold cuts of meat and a Christmas pudding - mince pies, cake and trifle for tea - not much to do then.
We still have no snow here at all but the weather is bitterly cold. My son came to take Tess for her morning walk today as it was icy and he has promised to do the same tomorrow. By lunchtime today the roads and paths were dry so I was able to take her myself.
My great grand-daughter, Ula, is one year old today - so Happy Birthday little one.