Sister Wendy died today aged 88. I remember her from her BBC art programmes, shown in Oz back in the early 1990’s. She was an amazing woman regardless of her belief in nonsense. It seems she was a ‘consecrated virgin’ whatever the hell that is.
While she saw the divine in paintings she also saw the skill and beauty that was nothing but earthly. Her knowledge and works will outlive her, ensuring her memory.
Meanwhile in our house it was all about the memory of turkeyPigsy as I set about mincing the remains of the bird in order to make rissoles for dinner.
And they were delicious. As well as the turkey, they included the pork stuffing, left over parmaSnips and carrots. Mirinda added the final dregs of bread sauce to hers.
That was about it for me as I was having my traditional day off. Mirinda was back at work on her DBA.
And that wasn’t the only tradition observed today.
A few years ago, we started a new Boxing Day tradition then promptly forgot about it. This year we reintroduced it.
The tradition is very simple. At some stage on Boxing Day I read out my blog posts of all of our previous Christmas days. Basically reading Christmas Days from bygone days. Well,m our bygone days anyway.
In order to remind us for the future, today I created a special page listing them all. It also makes it easier for me to access.
Of course, we also ate more Christmas cake.