Holly and Hogmanay all great for the yule tidings.
More pudding boiling today. The snag with pudding making is that one always feels obliged to consume the remainder of the can of barley wine. As my recipe only requires an eight of a pint that leaves rather a lot to finish up. So, yesterday I was drinking alone and before 9.00am, definately before the sun was even approaching any sort of yardarm. As I rarely drink at all, this did leave one with a warm sort of a glow. Today it was time to rub brandy over the bottoms of the Christmas cakes, so again I end up reeking of alcohol.
Then there was a bit of an incident with the candles. The glass holder broke and the glitter on the glass holly balls was interestingly flammable. Oh the joys of the festive season. Surely I can write Christmas cards without incident.
Hogmanay’s origins date back to pagan…
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