.... I ate my first mince pie of the season. They're only little, 2 bites and they're gone so I had another three! Not all at once though. Delicious.
Christopher Elf went camping last night. Looks as though he had good fun melting marshmallows and reading ghost stories.
I did a bit of Christmas food prep this morning and made mushroom and cheese sauce for the vol au vents. On the day I'll add some bacon to the cheese one and black pudding and bacon to the mushroom.
Thomas will be my waiter on the day and as he likes to do things properly I've bought this plate and some cheap champagne glasses so he can serve our pre-lunch fizzy and nibbles in style.
Matthew and Sophie's boiler broke at the weekend and the earliest anybody from Homeserve can come out to look at it is tomorrow. Anyway, Matthew came round for a shower today and brought Sienna with him. Her and Sophie have both got colds and he says the house is freezing. Sienna could have stayed but Matthew says she's not sleeping and to be honest I can only just about cope with feed wake ups let alone a poorly baby who isn't sleeping at all.
And once again the events in Berlin last night remind me how fragile the world is. Those poor people and their families. I've told Amy to steer clear of the Christmas markets this week. A lot of people say we should carry on as normal and I admire that train of thought, but for the sake of a bratwurst and a bit of atmosphere I'm not willing for her to risk her safety just to prove a point. If she's desperate she'll probably find the same sausages, cheese, chocolate and mulled wine at our local Lidl store anyway.