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Happy Christmas, Porthtowan and Senegal Calling

1 It wasn’t an early morning! Jake slept until 8am and then rustled and chatted while his Mum and Dad listened at the door! Jake was pleased the oats had gone.

2 After present giving , we went for a very windswept and welcome walk on Porthtowan Beach and had a late lunch. Lots of help from Lucy and her friend Mobin (who is spending today and tomorrow with us) was very welcome indeed. We used some of Mum and Dad’s Wedding present china for the bread sauce and the gravy, as we do every year, so that they are with us for Christmas dinner.

3 Daniel called from Senegal and we all spoke to him and to Ami, which was lovely. We’ll all have to brush up our French before the wedding!

Stuffings, Carols and Mr and Mrs Rice

24 Dec

1 I spent another happy morning cooking! I’ve made three stuffings, one with lemon and cranberry along with the sausage meat base for chicken no 1, the next with leeks, chives and garlic for chicken no 2 and a fat free one for Mr S whose gall bladder op is on 29th December so he has to eat very low fat until then – hard for him at Christmas.

2 I listened as always, to the 9 lessons and carols, as I always did with my Mum and Dad. Cheers to them and other absent friends this Christmas.

3 Mr Rice is a star. He takes over the cooking on Christmas Eve – smoked salmon and cream cheese for lunch and a wonderful baked ham for dinner leaving me free and ready for the morrow! The lovely KJ has sorted all the veg and any minute now we are in for a feast!

4 Our lovely neighbours called in at 4.30 for what is becoming a tradition. Happy times. And a Happy Christmas to all my readers – doubt I’ll be writing tomorrow!

5 I just have to add – the joy of seeing a 3 year old putting out the mince pie for Father Christmas and oats for his reindeer. An early morning awaits us I think!

Wednesday 2nd Nov

09 Nov

1 Heard that L from choir has had her baby and that all is well.

2 We’ve got some new bookcases coming soon so had to unload the old ones and stack all the books up. Found so many old friends among the covers – now I need some time to read them all!

3 One of the piles of books was of all the books Dad had written. What a writer he was and what a lot of pleasure he has given to so many people. A few tears here too. I miss him…