Christmas 2002

Our old dining room in Sheffield

This time last year I posted my most popular post
http://disasterfilm.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/christmas-1985.html
Something resonated with Going Gently readers ( or google perhaps) and I had 2500 unique visits to this a sad tale of a lonely psychiatric patient at Christmas 1985
I can't match that story , even so  believe me when I say I've had some equally sad and moving experiences when I was nursing over the Yuletide season
So tonight I will share with you my best Christmas memory
It was a simple few moments on Christmas Morning back in 2002
A simple few moments I shall always remember
I had Christmas Off ( a bloody rarity ) with The Prof and after a posh breakfast  and gift swapping we were sat in our dining room on a tiny sofa in the window warmed with weak morning sun. The Prof gave me a hug of thanks for his very expensive gift ( not!)  when our dogs Finlay ( a Welsh terrier very much like William) and Maddie- a bad tempered Scottie both dived on top  of us not wanting to be left out of the celebrations and for that moment as dogs , husband to be and I hugged in one big fat mess,  I realised that  I was truly loved ........and truly home . 

Powerful Women

I'm still feeling like shit and settled down for another sleepless night coughing on the sofa with my iPlayer, Mary and Winnie last night
I ended up watching an episode of Feud to pass the time.
"A Powerful story of powerful women "
On reflection I realised that my life has always been filled with powerful interesting women
My Maternal Grandmother and Mother were powerhouses in so many different days, one positively and one less so
My sisters ( and sister in law ) have always provided my life with a backdrop of never ending support
And my friends Nu, and Jane have always given me the humour and sparkle I've always needed .
Add to the mix sparking nieces,ballsy bloggers, old Welsh ladies, Sheffield, Derbyshire and Denbighshire nurses,aunts,  a psychologist with balls, village schoolgirls with attitude, and an eternally cheerful mother in law and you will agree I have been rather blessed by everything feminine

Who have you been moulded by? 

Speckled Bread

Mary and I spent a rather sleepless night on the couch last night.
No, it wasn't a result of the obligatory Christmas Row ,
I was full of a cough and a heavy cold and Mary has an ear infection and so in order to allow The Prof some sort of rest from the coughing and itching before his work today, I banished both of us to the couch.
At 5.00 am, after the log burner had died down, Winnie tried to join us in an effort to keep warm.
I feel like a the new parent of a colicky baby this afternoon. Tired and headachy.

I have left the house only once to walk the dogs ( with Albert in tow) and so missed animal helper Pat when she called around with a Christmas gift of homemade bara brith.
I wasn't out long as I went in the mood Albert's insistence in walking with us even on the main road,
That cat will get himself killed one day
I found the loaf tied to the back door handle ( Aunty Glad style) when we got home.

Now for those that down know Bara Brith is a Welsh fruit bread usually made without yeast. It is often flavoured with tea and is eaten thinly sliced and Covered in butter.
It is delicious and incredibly moreish

In Welsh bara means bread and brith means speckled.
The "Speckled" title refers to dense amounts of fruit in the recipe.

Stock photo bara brith

I'll leave you with some nativity scenes, I'm off for a lemsip

....and finally

Lifestyle blog today. That mixed with a tale of some monumental sulking after the floor layers refused to say hello to Winnie and she in a fit of pique flung herself onto the vinyl like Scarlet did after being rejected by Ashley Wilkes.

Two open shelves need to be built on the wall behind the table but apart from that the kitchen is now finished and remains clean, tidy, bright and fresh.

Hey ho

The Things You Notice

Mince pies in the window

Tomorrow the kitchen floor goes down and the kitchen will finally be finished..I'll post photos of it then for you all to ooohhh and arrrhhhh at ! ....today I've spent my time baking at the kitchen window.
For years this window was screened by an antique French lace banner but since the new window went in, I have left the frame uncovered and have subsequently enjoyed the view when cooking.
Today and yesterday I noticed that the human traffic through the churchyard seemed particularly heavy.
Wrapped up in winter coats, groups of people in ones and twos have been crossing the graveyard all carrying Christmas wreaths and on a break from dusting mince pies George, Winnie and I ambled over to see what was going on.
Over eighty Christmas Wreaths had been placed on the " newer " graves in the tiny cemetery. Most were made of holly and ivy but cheerful poinsettia blooms, tinsel and small flowers added to the tributes, indeed , as we ambled along the paths another couple arrived to lay their own Christmas wreath on a grave next to that of the Red Faced Welsh Farmer.
For many people Christmas can be such a bittersweet time.
The steady stream of visitors to the Church perhaps was a testament to that fact
The things you notice when you stand baking at the kitchen window.

Ps the caption winner was Terrill

Caption

Best caption gets a gift

Bored?

"Don't you ever get bored?" 
The Prof asks me this quite regularly
He asks me because he gets bored very easily.
I don't.

I washed the cottage windows clean of the snow dirt this morning. It was bright and cold and damp and the bachelors were on tip toe, creeping across the wet pasture to the old hen house against the church wall. On cold dank days they sit on the top of it with their faces turned towards the weak sun.
Sun bathing animals are rather moving to watch I've always thought.

I moved the Church Christmas Tree from the boiler house to the vestry for Gaynor the mad organist to erect and cleared some shelves in old Trevor's garage. He's in full pottering mode.

William has stationed himself by the letterbox as the sunshine has brought out the Christmas card deliverers. He delights in trying to nip the fingers of an over zealous postie.

I've cleared away the garden rubbish, walked the dogs, and have delivered Christmas cards myself . The ones I put aside for the villagers who live down the lane to the south of Trelawnyd .
The lane never seems to catch the sun and Mary and I were chilled when we returned.

The light outside is already fading as I open my new " baking cupboard" I'm making mince pies which will have to be hidden around the house out of prying Prof's eyes.

I'm listening to Anne Marie Minhall's programme on Classic Fm and as the Prof is working late tonight and The Walking Dead  doesn't restart until February, I shall content myself with watching the first episode of the Bette Davis / Joan Crawford tv drama Feud. 

Bored? Nawwww

Kitchen Art

Coincidence !
Yesterday we went Christmas shopping and as we passed a local art gallery in Llandudno I suggested we go in and look at the exhibits
After a while The Prof pointed out an original picture that he liked and I was gobsmacked as I remembered falling in love with it when seeing the same print in Theatre Clwyd earlier in the year.
The tiny Church reminded me of our village church and the style of the piece gave me a nostalgic 1930 sort of feeling!
He bought it on the spot
It's going in our new kitchen ........