We are organising a whole-family get-together, which at present seems to be likely to be on the 1st January. We’re waiting to hear from Ro and Dora, who are the only ones going to have a jolly on New Year’s Eve so may be disconcerted to find they are asked to be out of the house and on the road by noon or so the next day.
Talking of Father Christmas, I realise that the contest is lost, he’s irredeemably Santa. Not even Santa Claus. I can’t bring myself to say it myself, but I’ve given in. In the same way, it’s Thomas the Tank, uni … look, I’ve nothing against abbreviations in principle* obv, but I like them to make sense. So, whilst While Shepherds Watched is okay, In the Bleak and Once in Royal are not. Anyway, Santa – children think it’s his name, so it is.
The other thing I did today was to turn out the main food cupboard in the kitchen. I found all sorts of things. I threw away some of them. I have resolved to buy no more pasta until I’ve at least used up the opened packets. It’s slightly unfortunate that it was only yesterday that I bought some spaghetti and penne, but never mind. I won’t need to buy coffee for a while either. On the other hand, I was a bit dismayed to discover that there’s not a chocolate biscuit in the house. It’s not that I eat chocolate biscuits, but it’s good to know that they’re there in case of emergency.
*waves at AQ