The annual mixing of the Christmas pudding. Mum has a stash of threepences and sixpences so everyone got a turn mixing and wishing as they stirred in their coins.
Joke cleaned out his metaphorical fridge and so I thought I might do the same:
1. It’s a frugal Christmas in this house so the shopping was blessedly brief. It’s all done except for a present for Chef’s brother and his partner. And ideas on what to get a 40-something gay couple? Oh and the grocery shopping because I actually enjoy leaving that until the 11th hour with all the other idiots who shop as if the world is ending due to the shops being shut for two whole days. What can I say, there are bargains to be had. I once saw a whole organic turkey reduced to FIFTEEN bucks.
2. I’m making a selection of bags for relatives who have birthdays around Christmas but I’ve completely lost my sewing mojo and fabric piles and half cut patterns are littering my dining room table.
3. This house is a complete bombsite and I’m trying to find the energy to clean it up except I know that having four kids at home for the next five weeks make it a totally useless exercise. With all the
crap fine examples of their work that the boys brought home from school our chronic lack of storage is centre stage in my mind of woe yet again. Combine that with the fact that the two IKEA wire basket storage units Chef and I have had since we first moved in together FIFTEEN years ago both just collapsed (largely due to Grover using them as climbing frames) I suddenly have a lot of shite craft items and school stuff and speech materials that need a home.