I woke to a real horror show this morning. There were deep red spatters all over the once white duvet cover, looking like something out of a snuff movie. Emma was a bit distracted by her rear end. It didn’t take long to realise she was in season. There followed a frantic search for the dog nappy.
Of course, that made me late heading out for the shops. And this lateness snowballed as the day wore on. Not that there was any snow. It’s looking increasingly unlikely we’ll be having a white Christmas, no matter how many people dream about one.
In fact, the weather remains quite mild. It’s a far cry from last year.
After shopping, I was back at home preparing my Christmas ham (and washing the blood out of the duvet cover) as well as another batch of shortbread. We are having guests for lunch tomorrow, so I figured we needed another batch.
And soup. Of course, I made soup. I’m always making soup.
Mirinda went off into Trosa in order to buy brackets and a blind for the stuga. She was eventually followed by Fi and Jason.
I made roast chicken for tea, which seemed to be enjoyed by all. Well, I enjoyed it.
Unlike julmust. I don’t enjoy julmust. While originally invented as a non-alcoholic alternative to beer, it’s all a bit too sweet for me. But I’m clearly in the minority given this mountain in ICA this morning.
Apparently, around 45 million litres of julmust are consumed during December each year. Apart from the sheer amount of sugary drink, that’s one hell of a lot of plastic.
I should add that I successfully returned the duvet cover to its proper whiteness.
