Cupcake and Christmas

Firstly, a very big thank you to Cupcake who has kept the blog fires a’burning whilst old Marigold has been tearing about manically and trying to fit all those square pegs into round holes.  You’ve been doing a great job girl and deserve an extra cherry on the cake for those fab interviews.

Had to go to hospital yesterday for desperately dull reasons so am confined to quarters today, giving me the opportunity to do some catching up and write my Christmas cards.  Each year I pledge to send less and save the planet, the postman and my pocket.  And every year I send more,  simply because, along with e-mail, its just the best way of saying hello to everyone out there you haven’t seen and for giving a quick resume of family/life/work without all the boring cocktail chit chat.  But what really hit home this morning was the amount of messages I wrote to the tune of  ‘Another year gone, lets meet up in the New Year’.   Isn’t it ridiculous – just how hard is it to ring a friend and meet for a drink/supper/half way up the M1 at a motorway station?  So that’s definitely one of my New Year resolutions decided on even before I’ve opened the first door of the advent calendar no one has bought me. 

So now I’ve nailed the cards, I’m moving on the presents, eagerly awaiting messages in my inbox alerting me to 20% off everything before midnight if I visit a certain website.  Then it’s the food – have recorded Delia from last night so I’m ready to watch, listen and learn and wonder if she can convert me from the temple of Nigella.  With 18 to lunch on Christmas Day, I’m slightly doubtful as to serving parsnips with Parmesan which Delia assures me can be part cooked and then frozen this very week.  Memories of school dinners come flooding back, though in my school days Parmesan  cheese was simply an exotic myth.

I’m worried I’m getting too keen on all this Christmas idea and may peak too soon.  Think I’ll eat a mince pie and consider my options.