. . . for me anyway. A day late this year as the girls were busy in the kitchen on Christmas Day and told me to rest up, so I did. Then there were restless mutterings about the lack of Roulade yesterday so I set to and made it. Only at Christmas is it made, and is a family tradition.
I also made some soup yesterday - a sort of Scotch Broth, but without the Pearl Barley which I discovered was 4 years out of date! I substituted Red Lentils and as I was blitzing it anyway (so Keith might have some) they just gave it a nice golden colour and thickened it up nicely. It called for grated carrots, which I happened to have in the freezer for future Carrot Cakes.
Christmas Day was very enjoyable. Tam arrived Christmas Eve, Gabby Christmas morning, then Jon yesterday. We all ate a little too much, drank sensibly (though a glass of wine with the meal made me drowsy) and had some nice thoughtful gifts. Jon's to Keith was a Medieval Flail, which pleased him no end as I had stopped him buying one at Malvern Flea last year! When you are 83, socks and tops get a bit boring!!
The greenhouse now has the rain barrel in it which Gabs gave me for Christmas, ready for me to assemble feeder parts, an empty planter trough which is going to have Garlic planted in it, possibly today if it stops hammering down with rain, and the plastics recycling box so I won't have to pour water out of it before putting it in the car to take it up the track. Which reminds me, I must check and see when they might arrive this week as it would normally have been yesterday.
Sadly, Keith's mobility has deteriorated quite a bit and he's really struggling with the stairs now. I think no dairy was a move too far, so he's gone back on that pronto, and it looked like we needed to trial the new meds again too, but they really don't seem to suit at the moment. We will have to get his armchair upstairs into the bedroom to turn it into a bedsit for him, as once I'm on my own here I won't be able to get him upstairs. Hoping It's a difficult thing for him to face as we can't kid each other along that he will soon be going to Fairs again. Just writing that has made me cry. I have done my best - beyond my strength and endurance - to keep him mobile but now we have to accept that it is no longer practical. (Update: Keith is much better this morning - not exactly sprinting, but balance better and so as long as T&J here and he goes up earlier, whilst meds still working, we can plod on.
So today will be furniture moving day, and I'll get my sewing bits off the top of the pine sideboard in there, so his favourite weapons can be displayed there instead. We hung the carved green man up yesterday. His best "present" was putting the Firestick (now a bit ancient so we have ordered one in the Boxing Day sales) in the tv and getting it going so he can watch tv in bed. He was delighted by that!
I hope that everyone had an enjoyable time with family and friends, or just doing your own thing. Now we can look forward to more daylight and the birds know the wheel has turned and are becoming more vocal.
Christmas Mark II arrives this weekend when Danny, Emma and the little one are here.