Please, no more mince pies!
It’s nearly the end of the year; just a few loose ends to tie up re. this year’s Christmas — better late than never, eh?
Christmas lunch went well; Shana excelled herself and managed, despite a few misgivings, to cook and — just as important — to time everything to perfection. Nothing would have been worse, after all, than having our turkey on Christmas day and our sprouts three days later.
I excelled myself, as usual, in the potato and carrot preparation department. We kept the peelings. I intend to make an art installation out of them. Anything left over will be made into soup.
After lunch, in a fine example of gender role reversal, Shana dozed while I watched Rodgers and Hammerstein’s cowboy opera, Oklahoma! Shana woke up halfway through ‘Poor Jud is Dead’, declared the whole thing awful and flipped over to Top of the Pops. That was equally awful so we flicked back to Oklahoma! well in time to see Jud set fire to the haystacks before slipping over and getting killed by his own dagger, the silly old fool.
The BBC’s Doctor Who Christmas special was only half correctly described. Yes, it was on at Christmas: but no, it was certainly nothing special. In fact, it was a big disappointment.
Thank heavens for Wallace and Gromit’s A Matter of Loaf and Death. I have to say, however, that it has put me off wholemeal Nimble for a while. Next year will have to be a low calorie year, though, at least till lunchtime. Even though we cut down drastically on the amount of chocolates, nuts and other indulgences this year, we still seem to have eaten enough to feed a small Viking army.
And if I never see another mince pie till next Christmas, it won’t be too soon!*
[* Did I really say that? Blimey, I really must have had too much.]

