Oh. The photo gizmo isn’t working. I’ll put the picture in later.
I’ve got to email round the family and find out what we’re doing about presents. We’re seeing Weeza and co tomorrow, Ro and Dora on Tuesday, Al and family on Wednesday, and the next Tuesday everyone is coming here for lunch. So are we keeping the family ones until we’re all together, opening them when we’re with each of them or just handing them out for everyone to open on the Day? I don’t mind, but we’d better agree. Actually, I’ll do that now. Back in a minute.
I made a big pot of minestrone this afternoon. I like making soup when the weather is gloomy. Cheers me up. We had some of it (oh yes, it’ll last a couple of times more) with some cheese scones this evening.
It seems that most wives buy their own presents and hand them over to their husbands. I think it’s a poor do, frankly, bearing in mind that most of us also buy everyone else’s and wrap them too. You’d think that they’d at least be on the alert for the hint sophisticated, clear enough to tip the wink yet subtle enough to make them feel clever about it. But no. Although I suppose a man who gets it horribly wrong is worse. Difficult, isn’t it?
Here is the picture, above. When it finally decided to work, it inserted itself randomly. Sugar in one, coffee beans in the other. Others contain raisins and beans and so on. The bottles are a nice useful size with a wide top and comfortable to hold and pour from, I like them very much. I forgive them for not being pint size because they’re more useful this way.