I think we were both of us hit with a bit of the lazy-wearies today. The spirit was more willing than the flesh but in truth neither of them was what you could call dynamic or even galvanic. Now, in the early evening, we’re both of us wanting to get stuff done. Graham’s Pfaff is whizzing along like a demented whirring needle-thing, and my keyboard is fizzing nicely after an hour’s hard writing.
The living room floor is just about hard and will be fully hardened off tomorrow ready to receive the basic furniture we need for a comfy Christmas. I suggested we could do without a tree this year. Graham is not at all convinced about that.
We are having to compromise of course. Like this evening’s French Provençal sausage casserole will have to be turned over to being just a posh sausage and mash dinner. We did get round to baking a nice new rustic French loaf, though, so all is not lost.
Tomorrow we hit the shops. I can’t honestly say if I’m looking forward to that or not. I do know that I’ll be totally worn out by the time we get home. It’s all in a good cause, though.
I am honestly looking forward to Christmas, though. Graham says I can relax my diet for the festival. I asked when Christmas starts. He looked all stern and said on Christmas morning. I smiled quietly and began to calculate just how many chocolates and mince pies I can stuff in the course of one 24 hour day… along with a full-scale Christmas lunch, tea, fruit and cheese of course.