Well I suppose I’d best start off with an apology, I’ve not been keeping up with this diary or the allotment. It’s ironic really, writing a book about allotment growing and it takes up so much time that I can’t hardly get down to the plot.
It’s not that I’ve not been down to the plot at all, but it’s not worth writing up "went to plot and dug up some parsnips and leeks for tea" Still, it’s wonderful to be able to do that.
Christmas Eve I’ll be picking sprouts, we’ve both traditional green and red ones this year which will pop a little colour onto the dinner table. I’m wondering if a mixed bowl will look good. Usually I do most of the Christmas cooking, with Val’s guidance, so a bit of menu planning going on in the background here.
I’m just hoping I can do the turkey justice! We’ve never had such a large turkey and even with nine of us around the table, it won’t be gone in one sitting. I say nine of us, that’s Val and I, our daughter’s with us and my father-in-law along with the five cats. So a big thank you to Grannie Annie for that turkey.
Boxing Day we have a sort of buffet day, the sister in law comes over with the 3 little ones and it’s a real house full. Sadly for us the brother in law and his five children won’t be here. They emigrated to New Zealand this year and it’s a bit far to come. Anyway, because sis in law is a vegetarian, I usually do mainly veggie food. Thank goodness she’s not a Vegan, that’s quite limiting for me. My humus may be OK for Vegans but the Greek cheesy pies certainly wouldn’t do.
After the cooking and eating comes the washing up. This year we’ll be drying up with monogrammed tea towels, a big thank you to Kay ‘Babe’ Whitton for those.
It’s wonderful to have so many fantastic friends across the world, I get emails from every continent and this year we’ve cards as well. I’m really taken aback by just how many people this web site has put us in touch with.
I think this year’s Christmas will be good for us, we’ll be warm, well fed and thank goodness we’re not in debt or out of work. This awful stupid mess the financial world has got us in to means a lot of people are facing a tough Christmas and New Year. Even retired people who moved out to sunny Spain and France are having a tough time as exchange rates mean the spending power of their pension falls by 30%. That’s a big pay cut.
Having faced Christmas in the past with no job and worried sick about what the New Year will bring, dreading the next bill falling through the letter box, I’d just like to say that we never know what tomorrow will bring. It may seem trite, but when you hit bottom the only way is up.