Yesterday I didn't have chance to blog because a friend came round to exchange presents and eat, in what we've taken to calling: The Grand Christmas Visit. No the friend doesn't have delusions of grandeur. (Although she did text me to tell me she was on the way, so I could get the red carpet out!) Of course with such a grand visitor on the way, I couldn't do much more than produce a plate of smoked salmon blinis as the starter..
We had a meal and a natter and exchanged pressies. Which I am being very good and not even trying to 'feel up' for a hint of what they are, before the big day.
Then today I realised I hadn't made any mince pies yet this year, so I knocked up some pastry and voila some mince pies.
I even sung myself a few carols as I was baking. Musing on the fact That 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas' is really a bit menacing in sentiment. After all the people go round, all nice and kind, wishing glad tidings to the recipient and his king. Then they ask for some figgy pudding (which I'm not altogether sure it's the sort of thing I'd like.) And then they go on to demand some figgy pudding, stating they won't be leaving until the get some.
When I went back in the living room Mum asked what the carol singers had been collecting for. I thought she was joking. It turned out she thought we'd really had carol singers, when it had been me creating a bit of festive cheer while I baked.
So are you all excited about Christmas or still running around like the proverbial (but much better looking) headless chickens?