I’ve made an absolute pig of myself today. Beryl was having her annual ‘pre-Christmas try-out’ so we popped round for the afternoon and got stuffed full of various pastry items. Sausage rolls made with port-and-marmite sausagemeat were my particular favourites, so after everything else was cleared away I finished off the trayful of those. We’re round theirs again on Boxing Day. So are 90% of the population of East Anglia by the sound of it. She was worried about her family members missing out on fun elsewhere by being at hers, so she’s told them to invite all their friends as well. She’s such a star. Every year things get more elaborate and extravagant, and every year everyone tells her to take it easy. Her standard reply? - “I’m getting old now and this might be the last time I’m able to do this, so I’m going to make it a good one.” Mind you, she’s been saying that ever since I’ve known her so I’m not expecting her to drop down dead anytime soon. In fact, I think she’s got worse since she agreed to stop planning Christmas Day get-togethers. Her family were worried about her keeling over while cooking a mountain of parsnips so they pestered her into giving up strenuous, stressful Christmas Days and just having a ‘little party’ on Boxing Day. So she responded by putting even more effort into the ‘little party’ than she ever put into a Christmas lunch. She is an unstoppable, determined force of nature and catering and I love her dearly.
RC 14-12-14
2100 BST
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