25 hours in a day, and the aftermath

Well Christmas was lovely. It played out as follows:

  • Christmas jumpers gifted – three, one for Lachlan, one for. Keith and a surprise one for me, as the only person the last one fitted.
  • Decor: The prance around the garden with secateurs and hours spent on Christmas Eve threading rosemary and buttons onto florist’s wire proved entirely well spent and the rather bizarre candles (the only ones that came in numbers sufficient for the candelabra) proved an amusing conversation piece given my role as family Terf. Lyra did not like the crackers and had to be calmed with turkey
  • Presents – humungous quantities given and received. The missing limbo parcel even turned up. Lachlan has cured Mum’s insomnia in one fell swoop with a history book. She was fast asleep on the sofa this morning having barely made it past the preamble.
  • Catering efforts – well received. As always, the turkey took me by surprise by taking two hours less than the books all say. We have insane quantities of leftovers (hoorah! – grazing days have commenced)

I was totally whacked by 10 when, resplendent in one of the several pairs of Christmas PJs received, I stumbled off to bed (where I managed to pull a muscle rolling over!). Nothing stopped me sleeping though and I emerged today, bleary eyed but refreshed, and thoroughly ready for my cold turkey breakfast roll. Presents for Ishbel’s birthday followed but, for once, I had these already wrapped (in the Christmas dinosaur wrapping paper which is reserved for birthdays until the enormous roll is used up. ). There’s a birthday cake already made (part of the afternoon frenzy of the 23rd) and all I need to do is find the candles. Keith is on the case with the traditional baked potato/bubble and squeak/cold leftover lunch and I am parked on the sofa with coffee and small squares of very dark, bitter, lime scented Christmas chocolate. I can have as much of that as I like as thanks to the flu I am now the same weight as I attained by running 5K a day last summer. Bring it on…..

One thought on “25 hours in a day, and the aftermath

  1. I have to say your knitting skills are second to non and without a pattern!! I am in awe!
    Time to chill now Karen you have beaten the clock! ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

    I on the other hand have not! ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคจ

    Belated Happy Birthday Ishbel.๐ŸŽ‚

    Thank you for our gifts. All the very best to you all. ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป

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