My Christmas came a day early

Whirr, whirr, whirr,....

F can hear me whirring above her as she types.

My tummy is wrapped around smoked mackerel starter and diced fresh chicken breast chaser. 

We are way way way behind with reading and commenting. Well we have managed some reading each day but haven't stretched to many expressions of wonder, encouragement, appreciation or enquiry - we still love you all and we hope that if you celebrate this season that you are doing so with people you want to be with, a little wonderment, a lot of love, and a good dash of genuine happiness (the kind that money, sparkly stuff and twinkly lights can't fake).

No stress - F thinks that is easy for me to say, but I read the plan on the whiteboard in the office. The good thing about plans is that you can change them. A course of dinner got simply wiped off the board when F couldn't be bothered making it. A few other bits got added around the edges. No one will go hungry (and no one will spend the following week eating leftovers everyday).

Presents have been wrapped in presents - one of the small humans is getting his birdfeeders wrapped in a new duvet cover with jungle cats on it. Two others are getting theirs in 5 litre dry-bags they can use paddle boarding. Last year F made some drawstring bags out of some silk scraps given to her, so other presents have been bagged up that way, and some are cleverly tied up in furoshiki cloths (also silk scraps).

In a  couple of hours they are going out for 'Roadkill & Roasties' - an event hosted every Christmas Eve by friends who famously roast a 'dead bird and some spuds' and share it around before everyone goes off to the pub together. (I strongly suspect the bird never ever went anywhere near a road but it makes for a good party title.)

While they are gone I might tear decorations off the tree ..... or not.  I might be getting a bit mature for silly games like that.

Well I did have to grow up sometime, and I would like to get more mackerel and chicken tomorrow, or possibly some of that ham currently defrosting on the kitchen bench.

Merry Christmas everyone and we hope that you have lots of good things to look forward to in 2023 regardless of whether you celebrate this season or not.

Xxx Mr T (Tigger)