At 5.30 this evening I will be FREE! freefreefree!
I'm going to get my thatch made into something bearable, so that Herself stops looking at me strangely. Poor woman, she puts up with enough, without me turning into some kind of neanderthal woman - rubbish hair, rubbish eyebrows, strange skin. Got to GET IT TOGETHER. Take a leaf out of my dear departed Granny's book.
I'm going to bake a Santiago Tart. Apparently you have to GRATE the pastry. Should be interesting.
I'm going to make the Christmas gravy. Chicken wings. That's all I'm saying.
I discovered that some little stocking gifts I bought were not fit for purpose, so I have to do some extra shopping.
I'm going to make the Hound some festive neck-wear, so she feels involved.
I'm going to make cheese palmiers and that scrummy cheesey dip with the caraway seeds.
I'm going to enjoy Christmas.
And then I'm going to Suffolk, where I will write, run and relax.
FREEDOM! I won't let you down.
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aw freedom. it is great while it lasts. mine ends tomorrow. i am most intrigued about santiago tart having never heard about it. apparently it involves quinces. eek. if you are making it, it will have been scrum. and fyi you have lovely hair and skin.
ReplyDeleteps you will approve. instead of writing some minutes and preparing for work which is what i should be doing i am going to read the hare with the amber eyes! matt's eldest brother went to school with edmund de waal we hear from his ma.
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