Today I made my bread sauce, ready for Saturday’s turkey. I also went shopping for more supplies. I’ve decided to try my hand at a Swedish Christmas ham; I’m going to try that tomorrow, in preparation for our Christmas Eve Julbord. This meant buying a small gammon joint and a few other bits and pieces. There was also the anchovies for the Jansson’s Temptation.
But the day wasn’t exclusively about food. Though, Mirinda’s yearly hamper turned up which, of course, was full of food. No, there was more to it than that. Today we drove up to Fleet for our second Covid jabs, which means we can now have Covid passes. Which further means we can come and go as we please.
Speaking of the dreaded plague, I heard from John today that Lorna tested positive after the Weasel Borough Market trip. No-one else did and they’re all double jabbed. Maybe it’s because she’s American. Joking aside, that probably means they’re in for a shit Christmas.
Our other big job today was finally delivering the Very Important Document (from last Saturday) by hand to the cottages. Hopefully, things will start to move on the never ending sale. Now that would be the best Christmas present…I probably said something similar last year. Funny what I write when all I have left is hope.
On my way home from Farnham, I chatted to Vivienne for a bit. She’s going to the Hop Blossom tonight for the yearly festive singalong. It was cancelled last year and she missed it. This year was going to be a blast, she assured me.
Everyone nominates a song to sing. She normally sings Fairytale of New York but someone beat her to it this year so, instead, she’s singing her second favourite Merry Christmas Everyone by Shakin Stevens. That’s quite the range, if you ask me.
I’m sorry to say that I didn’t take any photos today – bread sauce isn’t particularly photogenic – so here’s one of the view down Dawn and Nicktor’s lane from yesterday.
For reasons I’m not going to go into, I can’t see a post and rail fence any more without thinking of Mr Tickle.
