Sixty five days to go!
I know that will either fill you with excitement or dread. I know some of you hate the preparation and shopping side of Christmas (*coughs* Dan), but I love it and can't wait to get started. I've drawn up my lists of who gets what, and am now just waiting for the next payday so I can start shopping. Taylor was supposed to be visiting relatives in Australia at Christmas, which would've been weird for us here without him, but it's been put back a year. I am not looking forward to another year without my Nan. I've dreamt of her loads these last few weeks, I always wake up feeling like it's real and she's still here.
I'm really looking forward to Christmas dinner this year. I love to cook anyway, but for some reason I'm really into it at the moment. I have mad flurries of activity in the kitchen a few times a week where I cook three new things at the same time. Last week I made Watercress Soup, Fresh Ravioli and a Rabbit pie, it was mayhem. I don't know whether to stick with Turkey or try something more gamey for Christmas dinner this year. I don't actually eat meat, so I couldn't care less, and Pete will eat anything, but will everyone else? If its a disaster it would ruin dinner.
Maybe I'm just not that brave!