Today, I suddenly decided to make the Christmas pudding and cake. It wasn’t at all on my mind yesterday, I don’t quite know what happened, but the thought came to me in the early hours and I knew I had the ingredients, except the eggs. The chickens do not lay well at present and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s their breed – these fancy pedigree bantams aren’t bred for winter egg laying and that’s that. I like the common or garden brownish bantams myself, but the Sage liked to have fabulous cockerels and they were his chickens. Anyway, an egg or two a day is quite enough normally, but I didn’t have enough and had to go down to the farm.
I’m not sure why I made a socking great 8 inch cake, I had to give the remains of last year’s to the chickens and Russell ate most of it, I hardly touched it. I like Christmas cake but I don’t often eat between meals, unless it’s Twiglets and they tend to replace a meal if I have more than three or four. Anyone who visits will be given a slice, assuming it turns out all right, so be warned. It looks fine, anyway.
I’m absurdly sleepy and am going to bed soon, though it’s not yet 9 o’clock. I will take the papers with me. I’ve just got a couple of emails to write first – a dear friend of nearly 97 years had a stroke last Monday and her nephew has kindly included me in emailed family updates, for me to disseminate to other friends. I’m happy to say that she is doing very well and now up to having visitors, so I must let people know.