Life gets expensive at this time of the year. I paid my tax bill – yes, I know it’s a fortnight early, but it’s out of the way now – the calor gas bill, post-Christmas credit card, electricity and so on and so on, and then I paid the down-payment for the work to be done on the flat. Let it suffice to say that I transferred money from a savings account. But hey. Oh, and the boiler in the annexe needs a Part, as well.
Achievements for the day – apart from shelling out quantities of moolah – I’ve bought Seville oranges and sugar to make marmalade. That is scheduled for tomorrow, along with making French onion soup, which might be my job or LT’s, not quite sure as yet. He has mentioned making roasted squash and tomato soup as well. We like soup at this time of the year.
The other main achievements are having booked the whole family to come for Sunday lunch, as I mentioned – everyone can make it – and using up all but half a dozen of the egg mountain, though admittedly Roses had to help with that. After decades of having only bantams, having four chickens of actual laying breeds is impressive. They still lay throughout their moult! When I say I’ve used all but half a dozen eggs, that’s the ones in the kitchen. When I put the chooks to bed, I noticed that there are six more in the nesting box, which I didn’t bother to pick up. If I got my act together and arose from the downy couch when I woke up, rather than falling asleep just at the time that Tim gets out of bed, we could have lovely freshly-laid eggs for breakfast and I wouldn’t have such an egg mountain. But there. It’s January, I don’t sleep a lot, it’s chilly when it’s still dark (and even when it isn’t) and I don’t have huge reserves of will power. No problem with my won’t power, obvs.