Christmas Eve. I realise it’s stating the bleeding obvious but I wanted to get it out there. Reinforce the point, sort of thing. Get it off my chest. Not that I’ve been suppressing it and now I’ve said it feel an enormous sense of release. You will just have to accept it for what it is. Christmas Eve.
For some there will be the realisation that omg they haven’t bought the present yet. Not here son, not here (blows on fingernails and rubs against shirt). There have been ‘incidents’ in the past like the year we agreed not to buy each other presents but THG sneakily got me one but I hadn’t got her one. Aaaagh. We stopped that nonsense and get each other prezzies.
Doesn’t mean to say you can’t find that little extra. Sgonna depend to some extent on the traffic sitch. There has been a constant flow of cars into town. Must be chaos down there. Don’t like going downtown at the best of times. Was bad enough going to Waitrose yesterday.
There will almost certainly be something left until the last minute so that it stays fresh for tomorrow. Croissants for example. I realise they should ideally be eaten on the day of purchase but they are easily refreshed in the oven. More milk. There are seven of us in the house so the milk levels go down a lot more quickly than usual. Bound to be other stuff I’ve missed.
The veg prep mostly gets done today. That’s not my department although I am charged with doing the roast potatoes as I am the master of that particular dish. I don’t peel the spuds though.
I am also responsible for ensuring the meat arrives at the table on time and perfectly cooked. For the beef that means pink in the middle. No shoe leather in this house mate. There will be two different gravies: beef and turkey.
Moved to the laptop now. A much more productive instrument for writing.
The last minute shopping list at the moment looks like this:
Milk
Croissants and pan au choc
Sourdough
Birthday card for Tom (he isn’t on Facebook so I’m safe to discuss here)
Coffee grounds
Cocoa powder
If I add anything else I’ll let you know, obvs. Natch.
This afternoon follows a pattern. We typically end up in the pub for early doors but I’m going to make that call nearer the time. The kids will defo go. There will be some pressure on me to do the same but not sure I want to this year. December has been such a full on partying month and we still have to get through Christmas Day and The Feast of St Stephen. Then it’ll be the Feast of St John the Evangelist, Feast of the Holy Innocents, Commemoration of St. Thomas Becket. A couple of days break that incorporates New Year’s Eve so not really much of a break before we pile into the Feast of the Circumcision and the Forefeast of the Theophany (Epiphany). Wonder what they traditionally do on the Feast of the Circumcision? Saturday 4th Jan is lunch before the game at the rugby club and then the Sunday is Twelfth Night which is really when the serious austerity and dieting begins.
In the meantime I have to nip to the shops. Milk doesn’t just appear in the fridge by itself yanow.
Oh and Happy Christmas everyone. I hope all your dreams will come true and that you don’t forget me in your will 🙂