Writing the year off

What a December. K had stroke on the 3rd, only just made it home for Christmas. The house is totally cluttered with two zimmer frames, a perching seat, new bath board. Extra stair rail fitted Christmas Eve, wearable pendant landline system set up today in the most inconvenient place in the hall because of where the phone line comes into the house. Added to this, E went down with chickenpox when mummy went to Dubai for a conference, and passed it onto daddy on 22nd Dec, so their Christmas was wiped out as well as having to cancel flights to Japan booked for the 27th. My back is killing me, the weather is awful, we won't be able to book any hols at all for 2014 because of travel insurance, or perhaps ever again. Can't wait for Wednesday, so we can say goodbye to 2013.

December already?

All Christmas presents bought or made and wrapped up, cards written. Why am I so early this year? Partly because of upcoming babysitting trip to London, which will double as present exchange. The Snow Dog was the most difficult thing I have ever done. Can’t see the stitches with this yarn, but it was the ache in my left arm after only a couple of rows that made it such a tedious job. Plus I hate stuffing. However, ‘tis done now, and on its way to a toddler who I am sure is going to love it. The fondants came out quite nicely, plus this year I have splashed out and bought three silicone chocolate moulds. No good for setting fondant shapes though, they don’t set/dry out sufficiently underneath to come out.