Well, I finished sorting out Christmas this week. It doesn't take long when you put your mind to it. Basically, it's write a list, stick to the list, feed the list into the internet, add collection dates and times to the calendar and BINGO! Done and dusted. I even managed to write a Christmas wish list for myself which pretty much consists of books, sewing stuff and stuff to hold back the ravages of time through the mediums of potions, lotions and hoik-it-up foundation garments (as my Gran would have said.) And, optimistically, I added 'A cocker spaniel' to the bottom. I don't hold out much hope for the cocker spaniel, but the request was specifically for a 'Wish' list and ever since I was a little girl (if you can imagine that horror at all) I have wished for a cocker spaniel. It was my default Stir-The-Christmas-Pudding Wish for years and eventually, when I was 16, we did get a family dog. It was German Shepherd, so not a cocker spaniel but her name was Blue and she was lovely. She used to come for drives with me in my Mini 850. An activity performed more easily, I believe, with a compact cocker spaniel than a rangy alsation with a massively flappy tongue.
Talking of Christmas puddings, it is Stir Up Sunday tomorrow. I am going to make a teeny Christmas pudding. I like Christmas pudding but chez nous I am the only person with this like, Heather rejecting it because of the candied peel, and Andy because of the entire list of other ingredients. I have still to decide what my vegetarian main course will be; the rest of the house have opted for duck this year, poor thing and bless its little quack and rubber feet. And I usually make a Stilton, squash and cranberry pie for me but this year I fancy something different so some research is required until, no doubt, I give up and make a Stilton, squash and cramberry pie.
I don't know what to do with Flora. She is sad because her wrestling chum,Tybalt, has gone. She has tried wrestling with Andy's feet, mounting surprise attacks just as she used to with Tybs, but you can see in her face she is thinking, 'Well, it's okay but it's not the same.' I have tried donning the oven mitt and wrestling her with that, but well, you know - it's an arm in an oven glove, not a hefty feline chum. And wrestling with Phoebe, aged 19 and three quarters? Forget it - Phoebe hung up her wrestling pants about the same time feminists were burning their bras (according to cat years, anyway.)
And Flora sits in Tybalt's favourite sitting places. And she looks wistful. Oh, I know as the days march on she'll perk up, but still - it is sad to see her looking sad.
And I am probably not helping matters with my current reading matter which is historian Lucy Worsley's book about famous murders. Oh, it's a good read alright, most interesting, but my goodness, aren't human beings foul to each other sometimes? My plan for this afternoon, then, is to a) do some knitting b) watch the Minion movie dvd we bought this week and c) have another look at the photo in today's paper of ex-battery hens wearing specially knitted tank tops to keep them warm whilst their feathers regrow.
Yes, with all the horrors happening in the world at the moment, there are lovely ladies who knit for hens. That's encouraging, isn't it? That must say something positive about the human condition? And as long as there are more tank top knitters than terrorist nutters in the world there must be hope. That's my theory, anyway.
There were some sad looking bananas in the fruit bowl this morning so I thought, 'Right - banana cake!' However, most of the other ingredients required to fulfil the specific banana cake recipe were lacking in the store cupboard. Not to be defeated, though, I made up my own recipe using odds and sods of bits of stuff, then shoved in the bananas and some sultanas for good measure. And it came out bloomin' lovely! AND I cleared the cupboard of ends of packets of stuff! It was a bananery win-win situation.
(The recipe, of course, shall remain a secret - whispers 'Did you write down what you put in it?' Answers, 'No - something to do with spelt, oatmeal, combo of various sugars - some stuff that MAY have gone out of date in 2011'.)
Well, on with the afternoon. We had 27 flakes of snow here this morning and it has got VERY cold all of a sudden. But the new boiler is doing us proud! And tonight there will be a Strictly Sofa Supper with my friend Jane, and after that, whilst Andy watches Doctor Who, no doubt Jane and I shall be having a very interesting discussion about her new overlocker machine.
Happy Weekend, everyone! Stay cosy and safe. 😄