That’s it then.<\/p>\n
Christmas 2012.<\/p>\n
Quiet, good food, nice walks, Midnight Mass, time spent with family and friends, reading, knitting (I’m still not finished, thanks for asking!), watching unaccustomed amounts of telly. No big parties, no teenage drama (which probably counts as a miracle) and really no stress. I’m beginning to think I could actually cook a Christmas lunch in my sleep. Years ago it seemed like such a big deal. After 20 years of Delia and the same menu it really runs like a dream.<\/p>\n
We’re still enjoying turkey sandwiches. (Which for me is one of the best things about Christmas really!)<\/p>\n
So…I know you’re all waiting to hear about the quilt.<\/p>\n
Well I can’t say there was unadulterated delight. It was more a case of ‘oh, what shall I do with this?’ Mum did think it was lovely, but then put it away and it hasn’t been mentioned again. I’m chalking it up as a success because she hasn’t asked if she can leave it at my house….yet….there’s still time, but my fingers are crossed. Sorry Katy I have to disappoint you on the request for a delighted photo….. \ud83d\ude41 I guess this was about as good as it was ever going to get, so I’m pretty contented with how things panned out!<\/p>\n
I rather like the after Christmas down time, don’t you? The weather is rubbish, no-one wants to do anything and I can potter to my heart’s delight. Today is laundry, making turkey stock and general cleaning and tidying. I’m pondering as I go – resolutions for next year, projects I want to make, ways I’m going to make changes in my life. I rather like days like today.<\/p>\n
Helen<\/p>\n
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