I’ve had a few queries from readers wanting to know not how I survived the cruise but how the family survived without me. I can report they are all alive but as Alfie’s teacher just penned in a comment, ‘We’ve missed you and I’m sure Alfie has too. No wonder he’s looking a bit thin and gaunt and his pants keep falling down’. Yes, there’s an issue with Alfie’s pants. They are part of the school uniform and as he walks out the door in the morning I hitch them up around his armpits but by the time he enters the school gates they are down around his ankles. He’s just so thin there’s nothing to hold them up. And I do offer him food but he’s just not that interested – there are just so many more interesting things to do than eat.
Before I went away I stocked the fridge, pantry and fruit bowl with all the staples like milk, juice, bread, yoghurt and bananas. I would have loved to have been one of those excellent mothers who stacks the freezer full of frozen meals but I just didn’t have time. But I have done that in the past and it really hasn’t been of much benefit because quite often Carl would arrive home from work having realised he’d forgotten to take the frozen meal out of the freezer that morning so it was on with the takeaway.
During my absence there was a lot of takeaway dialed up including two nights of pizza and two nights of Thai and one night in a restaurant but Carl actually did cook twice. On both occasions he made a tomato and basil pasta and was so proud of his efforts he sent me a photo.
Not a bad effort for someone who’s reluctant in the kitchen.
Archie finished his first year of Uni and gathered his band members to start rehearsing new songs and then headed down to local haunts to busk. It’s an excellent time of year for busking with not only the weather being warm but also so many people out socialising and being in good spirits with Christmas just a few days away.
Arabella returned from schoolies and settled into a part-time job that actually is more like full-time. There’s murmurs of a new chap on the scene along with a few requests to set an extra place-setting at the dinner table for an introductory dinner but having lived out this situation a few times before, I’m not rushing in to ironing placemats, marinating eye fillet, cooling beers and flaming crepes. Experience has taught me to just relax and see how things work out.
I arrived home from the cruise last Saturday in the afternoon and announced we needed a Christmas tree. I quickly unpacked and headed out to the car to search for a half-way decent tree and I wasn’t terribly optimistic knowing the best trees would have been snapped up first thing in the morning and by late afternoon all the remaining trees are droopy and parched from the afternoon sun. But I found a tree at my local greengrocers that had been kept right out the back and away from the harsh sun’s rays and although short in stature it is a pretty shape. I brought it home, positioned it in the stand, gave it a big drink then rushed out to a Christmas party. I decorated it Sunday night complete with the angel at the top of the tree made by Arabella when in pre-school from a toilet roll.
I’m starting to get back into my Christmas cooking and look forward to sharing a few recipes with you in the few days remaining.