Aye up, gang. It's Christmas ( Read more... )

Hey. It's been a while. But it's Christmas, which is a time for traditions. So here we are.

Last year, there was a brief hiatus in the annual visitation to my family home. This year we're back for a Completely Normal Christmas. Definitely Normal. ChrisC and I have piled up the motorway[*], singing along to the Christmas compilation albums he made, ( Read more... )

Oh, I forgot. Additional...

Christmas content! I have a very short Christmas story that was published a few days ago, you can read it on the Gray Sisters website if you're interested. Be warned, though... it was written and submitted some months ago, when I didn't know that a bleak and miserable Christmas story was literally the last thing anyone ( Read more... )

Aye up. It's Christmas, you know the drill. I head up to my parents' housein Durham, and write a post about how we have a nice fire and lots of beer and so on.

( Well. )

Hey, LJ. I've been neglecting you dreadfully of late. But Christmas is a time of traditions, and so here we are.

( We must have our traditions. )

Evening, DW/LJ. I've not been around here much of late; work has been eating my life somewhat and apparently writing (and, to a large extent, reading) blogs has been one of the things that went by the board.

But I'm home for Christmas, and one of the traditions of Christmas Eve is a post, so here I am doing it.

( This year... )

I've made the pigs in blankets now, by the way. Christmas was nearly cancelled, as apparently some form of butchery-related mishap means we do not have the requisite 47cwt of Cumberland sausage. I mean, we've still got 47cwt of sausage, it's just that some of it is Lincolnshire ( Read more... )

Evening, all ( Read more... )

I have been a total posting failure of late, despite interesting things having happened. So instead I present three words:

Winter. Spiced. Ribena.

Spotted in the Co-op on Thursday. It's the Ribena version of mulled wine, and it is fabulous.

It's been the usual round, you know all about it after years of Christmas posts. Pick the order up from the butcher, decorate the house, Cullen Skink for lunch, take the presents round to the godparents, take the presents to the nextdoor neighbours, blanket the pigs and peel the veg. for tomorrow.

Though come to think of it, my write up from last ( Read more... )