May need an ambulance Monday

We are off to Ted and Beryl’s this weekend, for one of her ‘Christmas Is Coming And I Want To Try Out Some New Recipes On Friends Before I Prepare Them For My Family On 25^th December’ overindulgence extravaganzas.
I wonder how much longer she’ll be doing these things. She’ll kill me if I reveal her age here, but she’s not on the shy side of 70, and has had a few health problems and ‘little issues’ over the past 10 years. She has slowed down and toned down her efforts, but she still insists on being the host for a full-on Yuletide indulgence with her family every year, and who are we to stand in the way of her annual fun?  Getting old is not a fun thing to deal with, but the ones who deal with it best are the ones who keep themselves active and refuse to give up and succumb, so the longer she keeps on going the better her later years will be, I hope.
And my small part in that process is to sit my arse on her sofa and gorge myself on whatever culinary delights she is producing for Christmas 2021.
I have a feeling this year may be even more exceptional than usual. With the minor irritation of Covid last year, she wasn’t allowed to have a big gathering like normal, so she couldn’t be quite as outlandish. With (hopefully) no restrictions in attendance, she can let herself go, throw her shackles to the wind, and produce a feast for the ages that will be talked about Christmasses hence ad infinitum.

I feel like this posting is not making sense. I am getting so excited typing about food that I am salivating profusely and my fingers are trembling. I seem to be throwing down random words and making up phrases without really thinking what they might mean, and how they might read. So I shall leave it there for now and try and be more coherent tomorrow.
I’m REALLY looking forward to Sunday, though….

RC 24-11-21