Christmas Dinner - 25th December 2009

My first proper homemade Christmas dinner, with all the trimmings. There is enough here to feed a large family. Still the two of us managed it all. We were unable to move for the rest of the day.



The Christmas pud had to wait until the day after.

Drunken Snowman - 20th December 2009

I may have got a little tipsy a few nights ago, and in the excitement I made this after I got home.





This is what happens when you build a drunken snowman. A few days later he falls over.

Snow at the station - 18th December 2009

Another day, more snow.

Heavy Snow - 17th December 2009

I was nearly stranded on my way home this evening. Snow, snow and more snow pelting down at a rate of knots, meant our train lurched, stopped and screeched all the way. Quite scary, in the dark, with the train sending out sparks, lighting up the night air.

Early Family Christmas - 11th December 2009

A trip home to visit the parents happened to coincide with a village social Christmas event. Cue hats, wine and sausage rolls, lovely.

Complete with Irish music from some local celebrities. (Mal has something to do with Rope making on canal boats.)

Then later on it was time for another Christmas meal, this time with aunts, uncles, cousins and balloons in the Bhurtpore.

My flower creation.


Sword and goodness knows what, that we'll call sausages.

BUST Christmas Craftacular - 12th December 2009

I went to the BUST Christmas Craftacular 2009 with Caz at the weekend. A perfect day out for the indie, twee, studenty types. We had to queue around the block to get into York Hall, it was that busy.

Stall after stall, stacked high with crafty goods. I managed to escape the hall with only a few buttons and fat quarters, and a Christmas present for Caz and me (*Cough* clears throat.)

The only downside is all the good tables were so packed with people, that it was an elbow fight for space. Such was the lack of room at one table that I purchased some lovely large buttons before realising it was run by a company I vowed never to shop with. (The company in question are the only supplier of mine never to fulfil a single order after being put in the gltc catalogue. They really were rude, unhelpful and sadly not business-minded. I could continue ranting at this point for many hours, and have done so in the past. Anyway I nearly handed the buttons back, but decided it wasn’t worth it.) There were so many weird and wonderful things been sold, and so many things that you think 'I could make that' and might try to.

A Tom Selleck, a snip at £70. (I will be sticking to my gold-framed signed photo of the man himself.)


The hustle and bustle of York Hall.