Hubby made the disastrous suggestion to me the night before Xmas that I may need to get up early! You know what the implications are there? Quelle, qui and what the feck. In a fit of pique, I got up extra early, threw the turkey into the oven, took the dog for a walk. Of course, moi, who cooks a small turkey every week for DD’s sammiches (stuffing too), forgot about the damn bird. I burnt it!
C’est la vie.
Never make a cheesecake from an unreputable source.
Added to my miseries, my hand is very sore. It has stretched to my elbow and upto my back and neck…not my hand, the pain.
But apart from that I have had a very enjoyable Christmas, as I type haltingly with my injured body parts.
I actually didn’t get much sleep, and need to answer a few emails!
Love you all.