Clove orange tealights made by Middle Girl.
The fakeymaloe relish was great with cheese tarts.
Quote Husband: ‘Those were the best mince pies you ever made, they didn’t even give me indigestion’.
That’s what passes for a compliment around here!! 🙂
Supper for Santy and the reindeer. I believe Teenage Daughter was attempting to get rid of the sprouts.
Smallest hands place Baby Jesus in the crib.
Christmas morning complete with bells.
The traditional jelly, fruit cocktail, Bird’s custard, cream and sprinkles Trifle and The Pudding, alight.
Even Charlie collapsed in a food coma.
First sock, nearly finished.
Cracked open the sloe gin. I had no idea just how good this was going to be; definitely worth the tree-climbing expedition in September!
Winding down now, to the year’s ending. It’s always a quiet and vaguely restless week. Never am I more aware of time ticking by…
I’m being called to play another game of Othello, and after that a game of Operation and after that I might figure out the Kitchener stitch and finally close the toes on that first sock.
It’s very quiet but very good.