Things didn’t go well for the good intentions – I’m way behind with the postcodes, I didn’t actually do any work last night and I forgot the poem.
On the other hand, we have cheese and we just tested the stollen.
It’s TESCO Finest Stollen, and it is excellent. Unfortunately, having just looked at the reviews on the TESCO, I see that it contains Palm Oil, which is bad for the environment. On the other hand, according to the link, it is a very efficient way of producing oil ans saves using even more land to produce less efficient crops. It’s all very complicated.
I’m afraid it’s time to push the button and publish this sort post. It’s made shorter by me leaving the camera at work again, so just a Christmassy library shot.
I went shopping this afternoon, with the outline of a plan in mind.
We now have a turkey crown in the freezer which claims to serve 6-8. It should do for three plus sandwiches. The pigs in blankets are next to it.
The gammon and smoked salmon are in the fridge with sufficient shelf life to last until Christmas.
We have stollen, we have nuts and we have seaweed crackers.
I already, as reported, have the cheese footballs.
That is it.
Christmas is in the bag. There are a few things left, but the essentials are in place and we are ready to go. I’m beyond worrying about the quality of the turkey – all I want is a stress-free Christmas and now we have the essentials there is no stress. It won’t be the best turkey we’ve ever had, but it’s in the freezer and Christmas dinner is guaranteed. It might be badly cooked, or burned, but it will be a traditional turkey disaster, and I will have done my job.
At one time I used to shop for a siege, but the shops will be open on Boxing Day so there really is no need to stock up. I may put some bread in the freezer, but that’s the limit of my extra buying.
Cards are delivered or in the post and a few small gifts for my co-workers are in place.
It is now 9.00 and Julia has just come back from seeing a neighbour. I am going to serve the evening meal now and bask in the smug satisfaction of knowing that if Christmas were to be moved forward, I am ready.
And as I write that I realise I haven’t bought the cheese…
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Edward Lear Stamps (1988)
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The pictures are minisheets of stamps – an extra way of making collectors buy more. They are buses, the Royal Family, Industrial Archaeology and Edward Lear. If we have room we just stick them on envelopes complete. Yesterdays’s collection is today’s postage, just as yesterday’s news is today’s chip wrapper.
Today’s poem is a cheery number that repeats that thought, though more elegantly, and with much more Latin than is usual in one of my posts.
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
Ernest Dowson
The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long. –Horace
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.
