Bendicks are definitely the best. The members of the Homegroup that meets in our home gave us a huge festive bag of gourmet Christmas foods, including a box of these mints.
What a great time we've had. This has been the busiest few weeks I have had for many years, all children , partners and progeny and assorted aged ones have been coming and going here . I have made Yorkshire Pudding with Turkey gravy, as a separate course , by request , 3 times. I have washed what seemed like every towel and pillowcase I possess twice. No dusting has been done , I am so sensible, and cover every available flat surface with gaudy trash and artificial poinsettas making cleaning impossible until 12th night.
Today was my last day of doing happy hostess. On Christmas day I made life easy by not doing Turkey but doing 1/2 Chicken breasts with bacon round, but I still managed to forget to put on my best top and appeared at table still with apron and no lipstick . My collection of small children who love Grandma because she lets them go on miniclip do not eat mints . They say they are spiky (spicy). C and I have eaten the rest of the box. They are such adult mints, delicious and good for ones digestion. We kept them to last ,as aged parent gave us Thorntons Mint selection (all went Christmas Day) and clever Arty Son gave us Marks and Spencer Marzipan Mint Selection (all went Boxing Day).
The hit food this Christmas has been Beetroot (Raw and grated , and covered with horseradish sauce and mayo, thanks to Hairy Bikers I think). Today plain bread and butter , that staple of my 50s childhood is once again tempting the palates of small children who are all stollened out. By 7 oclock everyone had gone home, as a Disney Nothing finished and C and I fell asleep in the sitting room . We came round to Eastenders, with a remarkably hale and hearty looking Pat dying of cancer , wearing earings and support for her bust under her night gown. This woke us right up. BUT it made me think.
How easy it would be to fall out with those who are our relatives. I know 2 people who have children and do not know whether they are alive or dead, they have not communicated for many years. Many of us have relatives who are difficult and awkward. (Many of us are difficult and awkward ourselves). This whole season just reminds one of the stress that just coping with relationships may bring. Pat was reconciled with David before she died, but that was just fiction. Eastenders is not real, but its exaggerated reality won a ratings war. I don't DO resolutions. I do DO Thank Gods .
Here are my recent ones
- Thank God I managed to keep my mouth closed most of the time and did not upset my children
- Thank God I was honest and did not pretend that I was not tired when I was
- Thank God that I managed to hear the Archers Omnibus ( I was going to pray for Pat and Tony then I realised they are not real)
- Thank you God that all my children said 'It was our best Christmas Ever!'
- Thank God that I realised that I do have to pray for the gift of FAITH for Sir Terry.
