A lie in this morning followed by a rather doomed attempt on my behalf to make pancakes for brunch. Frankly using the word brunch is almost always likely to end in tears, strops and slammed cupboard doors. It means you have missed breakfast due to sleeping or tardiness and are too hungry to wait for lunch. It does not mean croissant crumbs on painted red lips, freshly squeezed orange juice from a shiny silver kitchen gadget or crisp white bedsheets strewn with Sunday papers. That’s only in books.
Other than using the last of the milk and three of the remaining four eggs and failing to get it all to combine so the first pancake was more like bad scrambled egg and ended up in the pig slop bucket and the second one looking like it might go the same way so me swearing and backing away from the hob telling Ady he better take over it was all very successful.
Davies lego advent calendar got kicked again for the 400th time since 1st December. I am struggling with the clutter in the van that the log burner and Christmas means. My bookcase has been butchered and is now propped up with various things on top of it and a huge pile of books stacked infront of it. The tree is where Bonnies crate usually goes, half a sofa is taken up with advent calendars, the kitchen worktop is home to a tower of plastic boxes containing mincemeat, Christmas cake, ginger star biscuits. Various things are draped around the bookcase and crate drying. Oh it will feel HUGE again when everything gets taken down in a week or so 🙂 I consoled Davies by suggesting the flat green lego base get brought in and the advent scene being fixed to that. Three years of use means the playmobile and lego advent calendars are pretty tatty and we’ve nowhere really to store them so we’ve said the kids can have them to play with now as I suspect next year would be the last they’d want them anyway based on other kids attitude to advent calendars as they get older.
Somehow it was 2pm by then. After a morning of lots of wind and rain it had cleared up a bit so we all went for a walk down to the village. We put a battery on charge, called on Mad Ben the Fencing to report the lashing rods done and tell him how much he owed us and then home again collecting firewood as we went. Not long after we got in and had settled down with cups of tea and the start of a crocheted Christmas stocking for Davies Vikki appeared with Christmas presents for us. She stayed for a cup of tea and cookies and then went home.
We tried and failed to watch Mr Stink as the internet was too slow for streaming and kept buffering – we’ll try again in the morning. I cooked – a cold busting stirfry with garlic, chilli and ginger for clearing sinuses and passages! We watched a dvd of Scrooge instead and I did some more crochet. It definitely feels very hibernate-y when it is dark at 4pm – 7 hours after dark really does feel like bed time even when it is only 11!