The Christmas Cake got its first dose of whisky. This is a Thomas job. He loves stabbing the holes and injecting the good stuff. Can't believe it's a year since we were last doing this. It's that cold that even Thomas is wearing his dressing gown.
The jigsaw is on the table and I keep mooching over for 10 minutes to fit a piece or two here and there. It's a very colourful and busy puzzle which makes it hard in its own way, but enjoyable all the same.
I've started my Christmas lists. I've done the food, the cards and what I need for decorating the house. The present list remains blank. To be honest it's only Amy and Thomas that are giving me trouble. Nephews and nieces are given money and maybe a small gift to unwrap, Joan will get some new slippers and a box of biscuits or something along those lines, Aunty Edith something similar, Ken a bottle of whisky and Mum had hers a couple of months ago. And that's all we buy for really. I don't even do nephews and nieces when they've turned 18. I'm not sure how Christmas will feel this year with no Tom or Joan sat at the table. Very strange for everybody I expect.
I'm finishing my day off with a Baileys on ice and a film. Then I'll be snuggling under the covers with the book I started last night. The storyline is rubbish (man/woman/hate/love) but it's worth the read for all the baking that goes on in the cafe.
In fact the description of pies, cakes and gingerbread made my mouth water that much that I got out of bed and came downstairs for a couple of choc chip cookies myself last night.