It is that time again when I have to put on my thinking cap and prepare for Christmas. I have sent almost all my cards. It is a pity if the price of postage prevents people from sending cards. It is often the one time when far flung friends get in touch and if I don't send people will think, seeing how ancient I am, that I am already sitting on a cloud playing my harp.
Today I have baked the Christmas cake. I have been watching the cookery programmes on TV. Indeed they are so numerous it is difficult to dodge them. Some of the dishes are so elaborate that, though clever, I find them quite ridiculous. I shall not aspire to such dizzy heights. I am what my mother used to call "a good, plain cook".
I have been listening to a book by Lilian Beckwith about her time living on a remote Scottish island, beautifully read by the actress Hannah Gordon. I was pleased to hear one of the characters say, on the day after attending a wedding "Ah well, it's back to old clothes and porridge." A favourite saying of my mother's when getting back to normal after a celebration.
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