9.40 pm and the presents are wrapped and the cards written on. The prawns have been cleaned and so has the toilet. The tablecloth has been ironed and so has tomorrow's outfit. The trifle has been made and so have the mayonnaise and the seafood sauce, the gazpacho and the salsa.
But why, oh why, did I not do the wretched vacuuming about eight hours ago, before my feet started to hurt?
Never mind. A little Christmas blogging before the last big housework push.
Cats and music, what's not to like? Many, many merries to all.
RIP Fred Kirschenmann
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Fred Kirschnmann died over the weekend after a long illness, a great loss.
He described himself as a farmer-philosopher, and so he was. I first met
him i...
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