The path to Christmas is paved with good intentions. Last night we went to Jenine’s house to play cards, hang out, and have hot dogs. Much fun was also had. The nice thing about such an evening is that the venue is downhill, until you come to go home when it is uphill but, by then, such things make no never mind. I know I got home because I am here, and so is the bag I had to bring home, but not the pudding basin. We have the boys coming for dinner after piano tomorrow and H and I are cooking chilli and rice, but I also wanted to give them something they’ve not had before, in this case, ‘spotted dick.’ (I say not had it before, but who knows with youngsters these days?) We saw it being made on Bake Off yesterday, and I thought I’d have a go because, at the moment, I happen to have that rare commodity, suet.
So, today’s event list must include a trip to the household shop for a pudding basin, plus, if I can handle the excitement, the butcher for some mince. Other than that, today will be mainly pottering around the PC doing some publicity, sending up the new book, assuming the file that’s just come in is good to go, and some more pre-Christmas preparations. Neil has taken care of the rest of the sitting room for us and magicked up the floating candles.
The sun is out, the air is chill, the sea is calm, the water tank is filling up, and all is reasonably well with the world, though I should get the hoover out and vacuum my office, but let’s live a little first and do the dusting. Later, I will venture out into the village in daylight hours in search of a pudding basin.
