Z is ready

I’ve done nothing in terms of food for tomorrow, but roast dinner, how hard can it be? Wink invited me and Rose for dinner tonight and we relaxed, having swapped angst stories for a while first. Prosecco cheered us up. And Rose is staying over for the night. She sends you all her love.

I did all the housework. Everywhere looks pristine as long as you don’t open any cupboards. I’ve shampooed carpets and everything. I didn’t sleep much last night, so am due a sound night tonight. May not hear Father Christmas coming down the chimney, though he might not be thrilled at the fire still burning there.

John Greenwood (Publog) phoned. It’s his first Christmas alone since his dad died and he’s cracking open the Laphroaig and has brought home a plateful of roast beef from the pub. Zoe (My Boyfriend is a Twat) has had a spell in hospital but came home yesterday, to the loving care of Mike (Da Hat). We’re all coping and doing our best.

I think I might just pop a bottle of champagne in the fridge before I go to bed. Happy Christmas, wonderful friends. Blogging has brought me so much love and friendship. Long may it continue.

3 comments on “Z is ready

  1. Z Post author

    I can’t believe I washed two carpets that weren’t even that dirty. On Christmas Eve when only family was coming over. I’d got the carpet cleaner out so it couldn’t be put back unused.

    Thank you x


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