Knowing one’s limits

The weather today ranged from blue skies to grey clouds to sleet to…I think it’s raining now but not sure.  I guess there’ll be no snow for Christmas then.

Well, never let it be said I don’t know what I’m good at.  Forget the stupid stollen!  Today, among other things, I made batches of shortbread and mince pies (all my own work…with a little help from Delia) and they were pronounced as perfect.  A pity I forgot the Christmas cake but these will have to do.

I also bought the turkey today.  Normally I leave it till the last minute and buy it Chrissy eve but today at Waitrose, there were fights breaking out for the final birds so I ducked underneath the flailing arms and grabbed the closest to hand.  It’s enough to feed 8-10 people, apparently.  It’s presently filling the fridge.

I’ve had a rather busy day, all round, and am looking forward to bed.  I just finished watching Spooks (the last in the present series and my favourite show) and they did it again!  A big bomb, an agent in jeopardy, possibly dead, no way out…and no answers till the next series!  AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

So, a short entry for a change.

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1 Response to Knowing one’s limits

  1. Mumj Cook says:

    Well knowing my limit is trying to do to much at once and falling up the stairs which I do all the time. and have been trying to remember the name of that progam Spooks for at least three weeks since we had the one with Stephen Fry in the same girl is in both. love mum

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