Day 363 – the day before…..

Thursday 29th December 2011. Today I cleaned up the desk at work, emptied my in-box, and then headed home to do my packing. However I am easily distracted, and between finishing the post for Turtlewings, catching up with a quick G&T and a chat with Jules, and preparing dinner from leftovers, the evening suddenly disappeared. … Continue reading

Day 358 – Christmas Eve

Saturday 24th December 2011. The kids got busy with the finishing touches to the house today, and Hubbie finally hung the mistletoe so that unsuspecting and hopefully sexy guests can be kissed under it.  Better late than never!  (He also built and extension to the dining table 2 hours before our guests arrive while I … Continue reading

Day 357 – Christmas Preparation

Friday 23rd December 2011. A last minute whizz round the shops included a stop at Jack O’Shea’s to pick up the festive food for tomorrow night……. Well the kids got out of Jack O’Shea’s in one piece, but both swearing that if I ever bought a bird for the table at Christmas, they’d turn vegetarians!  … Continue reading

Day 351 – the English Christmas weekend

Saturday 17th December 2011. Starting Saturday mornings slowly is always a good idea in my book, and is particularly necessary when Janine and I have been putting our worlds to right until the wee hours!  Numerous cups of tea were consumed, a long slow warm shower, and a piece of toast and we were ready … Continue reading

Turkey Tantrums, but now it’s all over………

Yes the kids had almost had enough, and hubbie was glazing over at the sight of yet more turkey, but today we managed to say ‘au revoir’ til next year to our dear old Bird. Lunch was leftover carrots and chestnuts, whipped up into a delicious (even chestnut hating hubbie managed a bowl!) of soup, … Continue reading

Yesterday’s turkey is today’s curry…..

Well actually it was the turkey dish of the day yesterday, the first foray into the life of a leftover turkey, and how to con the kids into eating it for yet another day.  Thila referred to it regularly as a chicken curry, and as she was wolfing it down, none of us felt obliged … Continue reading