dear diary ~ a new year, a new day, a new start

Wishing all my readers and blog friends a Wonderful and Happy New Year.

Thank you to everyone who reads my little blog and to those who leave a comment. I always find such pleasure reading them; hearing snippets of your own lives, little words of encouragement and advice – I welcome it all, it builds connection and we certainly need more of that in today’s world.

Many of you, both bloggers and readers, will no doubt be thinking of the year stretching ahead and what it might bring, what you wish for, what changes you would like to make, places you want to go and people you want to see and not forgetting those dear to us, but sadly, not with us anymore.

I love this day, more than any other.

That marvellous feeling of ‘the blank page’ with an air of excitement and an expectation that perhaps a dream you have had for so long might come true. Or perhaps, like me, you are hoping for a year where you can get to grips with your life and if you feel like you are just bobbing about like a boat on the water, going nowhere fast, set yourself on a new course and break free from any accumulated bad habits and that feeling of being in a rut.

Of course, just as bad habits accumulate over time, inching their way into your life unintentionally, it takes time to establish new ones and often slow and steady wins the race; not being one to rush into anything, this will certainly be a year of slow change.

And hopefully change that will last.

Did you all have a good New Year’s Eve? – whether celebrating with family, friends or even your own company; staying up or going to bed at the usual time.

We spend Christmas with our family and always New Year’s Eve with friends. For us it is a good balance and another of those ‘it works for me’ moments, so this is one thing in my life that will continue.

We had a different take on our get together this year which would normally be during the evening and well past midnight, always tuning into Jools Holland for the countdown. This year our hosts decided their year had been hard and they were tired, so they hosted an afternoon get together until just after 6pm.

On the morning I asked if I could bring something and the reply came… ‘something sweet’. I hurriedly checked in the fridge and found fresh raspberries, we had nuts too from making the nutroast and cake and DH dashed down to our friendly Co-op for a tub of cream.

So out of nowhere, and after a seriously long phone call with my Sis-in -law that delayed production of my hasty effort, I managed to produce this Raspberry and Hazelnut Roulade within the hour. It is a recipe I have done so many times before, basically a swiss roll mix with ground hazelnuts and you crush a heap of raspberries into the cream (or you can use creme fraiche) then spread it onto the cake base and roll – I threw on a few festive sprinkles this time for good measure and just to glam it up a bit.

It was well received and vanished within minutes. I will put the recipe in the Menu section on my header strip and I can vouch for the fact it is relatively quick and easy – and quite an impressive dessert, though mine did crack a bit in places – nothing that a little piped cream didn’t cover and hide any flaws!

After a lovely time chatting with friends we hadn’t seen for ages and sampling the bits and pieces layed out on the table we left for home just before 7pm. It was a brisk walk with our empty cake tin in the freezing cold and we were glad to get inside and warm up. The preprepared curry DH had made yesterday may also have helped!

We started to nod off during Vera (we had seen it before) so switched over to watch Ken Dodd, the unseen footage – there is nothing like a good laugh for that well being feeling – and ended up going to bed later than intended and we were still awake at midnight listening to the local fireworks going off outside and the constant tune alerts on my phone as the Happy New Year messages started to come in from our family.

We have a very strange new year message, known only to a few in the family, which is Shimme Hips Wob. It is a standing joke from when I had my first mobile phone for Christmas a long time ago. It had predictive text, of a sort, but not very sophiticated and of course, as with most of these things, it learns over time what you want to say. I am 100% certain I typed in happy new year, however, the message was ‘predictively’ changed as the phone didn’t recognise these words I had typed and substituted some of its own. I had no idea how to change it back to what I wanted and in trying the message got sent. It read ‘Shimme Hips Wob love Mummy Nonmo and Daddy Faddidy!!

And so that sticks even today and I still get cards written by my daughters to mummy nonmo – quite an affectionate term I think.

So, today is that day when the festivities are truly at an end, well for us anyway, we have the day ahead to rest, chat, make a new batch of soup, maybe watch some TV and grab an early night. I might look to do a review tomorrow – taking stock.

Until then, this is mummy nonmo signing off and Shimme Hips Wob to you all x

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creating Christmas * day 22

The Christmas tree

I can hardly believe it is day 22 today and I still have a few tasks left to do; just little things, but don’t little things always take the most time.

Thank you, for all the kind comments, any helpful suggestions always welcome here!

I couldn’t write each day about all the things that make a Christmas, without including the Christmas tree. I would think it is the one thing that most people have at Christmas even if they have no other decorations.

DH and I decided against a real one this year. It is only the second time in our 49 years of marriage (soon to be the big 50). The other time, was last year when we were so busy at home after spending so much of the year selling our cottage, we just didn’t have any energy left to go out and buy one, so we rummaged in the loft and found a very ancient IKEA one that my daughter left behind when she moved out.

It has made an appearance again this year. We will be away for Christmas so in a way it made sense. It has been patiently waiting in the corner of our living room for Master Freddie to come and decorate it, and I must say he made a fine job, though my heart was in my mouth a few times when I heard the chink of my delicate, glass vintage baubles (some of which must be as old, if not older, then me.

He insisted we had a star on top, and not one of the angels we usually have.

So we made a star from some gold glittery card. It might be the only thing I might swap out, when he is not looking, as I do like my little fluffy angel.

After the tree we attempted to put the marzipan and icing on the cake. I only do the top in a flat ready to roll fondant and then cheat a little round the sides, with one of those old fashioned paper frills.

With the left over scraps Freddie made a snowman. I think he did very well, and managed to get most of the black icing onto the snowman and not himself (though he did go home quite a shade of pink from a red felt tip pen he had used for doing some colouring)

The snowman will no doubt take his place amongst the rest of the cast when all the grandchildren get together on Christmas Eve to put the decorations in place on top of the cake. It has become quite a tradition over the years, and this year all four of them will be giving a helping hand. Each year, the same Christmas characters are placed on the cake, but all end up in different positons to the year before. They have great fun doing this and it saves me a job.

This picture below is one of the previous years – as you can see it gets a little crowded some years, but I just love their creativity. I have bought a new Santa this year as the old one is looking rather jaded now and I hope the snowmen aren’t too worried about the new snowman on the block.

Just as I had my hands on the rolling pin today I had a call…not from mum this time, but her main carer. It appears that mum has a crack in the toilet seat on her commode and although the carer had mentioned it to my sister two weeks ago, it had been overlooked. Not surprising as my sister has just been moving house. I had no idea which body provided the commode when she returned to her own home from the care home two years ago. A quick call to social services at Teeside and I was given a number for Community Equipment Services ( commode department) ….no just joking there!

They will send one out tomorrow – quite a Christmas present for mum – not sure who the lucky person will be though that has to fit the new seat – I rather think it could be DH on Boxing Day. I won’t tell him, might spoil his Christmas.

I spoke too soon about mum. I had a call at 4.45am . Like most people I was fast asleep and being rather disorientated at the rude awakening, I didn’t get to answer quick enough, so it went to voicemail and mum left a message. I thought something terrible had happened, and it had according to mum…firstly, she was irrate that it was ‘leave a message’ which she hates and then said perhaps I could tell her if Vera was on TV tonight. I rang her straight back and told her the time, she hadn’t realised it was the early hours and said she must have fallen asleep straight away when the carer put her to bed and left a 7 o’clock.

I am hoping for a better night tonight.

I will leave you all with another picture of the Advent calendar as most of the windows have now been opened and it is looking much more colourful.

Once again, I am just in time to post this before I fall exhausted into my bed. Tomorrow, is the last serious attempt to get everything done and ready, and will include some packing (something I have done very little of this year), so I might be a tad rusty.

With the Christmas tree in place, joyous carols singing away in the background, the cards made and in the post, the cake iced and the handmade gifts delivered, tomorrow, will also be the last of my creating Christmas posts – so what could go wrong so close to the finish….mum perhaps?

Back very soon x

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creating Christmas * day 21

The handmade gifts, part 2

It has been like Santa’s factory here today. I finally made the last of the gifts and today it was the gingerbread stars. It sounded quite easy, but in fact because my mind kept wandering I made a few mistakes here and there; nothing too drastic that couldn’t be fixed, but annoying all the same.

Instead of getting the ready roll gingerbread again I decided to make my own as I wanted it to be more gingery than the bought one….my first mistake – even though I added more ginger than the recipe, I still think I could have added more.

As always with my gifts I have a vision in my head of what I want the final result to be. I must say halfway through I thought it might all be going wrong but in the end I think they turned out close to what I had in mind. You will see the finished results below.

The first step was to cut out hundreds of small stars (well not quite, but it seemed like it at the time). Even this was tricky trying to keep their shape and stop them looking like starfish with wonky points.

I cooked the first batch to the times the recipe stated but I thought they were a bit too crisp and I wanted them a little softer. So I reduced the cooking time for the next batch to 8 minutes and that did the trick.

The next step, once cooled, was to dip in dark chocolate…

….then add some pretty gold sprinkles.

A second batch was dipped in white chocolate….

…..and a few had white chocolate laced over the top.

Once dry, I carefully filled one of the lovely Christmas glasses I had bought specially from Sainsbury’s.

…and repeated three times…

Packaged in cellophane, added a tag and voila!

So now my gifts to my friends are complete: one calendar of local scenes, and a glass filled with gingerbread stars.

Tomorrow, I will deliver them and I can turn my attentions, once again, to the final bits and pieces. Master Freddie will be coming Monday or Tuesday, so all the presents will have to be hidden from sight again.

Mum managed to ring a few times today when I had my hands full of sticky gingerbread dough. She times it well! She doesn’t seem to able to grasp the fact that it will be Christmas in a few days time and also asks over and over if we will be going up on Christmas Day. We have been round it all so many times, and not only me, but so have the carers, and I daresay my sister will have had the same questions.

On the whole though she has been remarkably good in the last few days and there have been minimal phone calls from her. The worst one being her call for help as she had lost the sound on the TV whilst watching Sense and Sensibility. She had obviously pressed the wrong button on the remote as it had changed programs and she had got Shrek on the screen suddenly. Even mum knew the difference! Trying to talk her through the steps to get it back took half and hour by which time Sense and Sensibility was almost at an end!

I expect when my sister says to take a jumper and a bucket on Christmas day in case of heating failure and roof leak in her new home (it is by all accounts a bit of a wreck), she may not be joking.

It won’t be the first strange Christmas…we have had some unusual Christmases in the past which are documented either on this blog or my previous one. When my daughter and her husband worked in a village pub near Masham we had our family Christmas dinner there whilst it was closed to the public. We had the whole pub and restaurant to ourselves and a room each for the night. Catering on such a large scale was much easier in the professional kitchen than it would have been trying to do it at home and, of course, as daughter was then married to a chef it was all prepared and on time.

It was a good Christmas and the men all loved it as they had a pool table and the bar all to themselves.

The other crazy Christmas day was when my MIL was in a care home in Shrewsbury and we went to spend Christmas day and Boxing day with her. We had decided this particular year not to have dinner in the care home with her (don’t ask me why as we usually did) so because all the cafes are closed on Christmas day DH and I had our Christmas dinner (actually cup a soup) in a car park somewhere in Shrewsbury, complete with a camping stove and some very funny looks!

Well that is me finished for the day…just time to press publish before day 21 is over and then time for bed I think. It was exceptionally dark this morning being the winter solstice. I was glad to be warm and cosy in bed and lingered far longer than I should have done, especially as those stars were calling out to be made.

So what is left to create for Christmas now…well I hope you might drop by and see.

I hope all your plans are going well, back soon x

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creating Christmas * day 15

The Christmas neighbourly get together

(This post is a day late but I didn’t get home unitl after 1 o’clock last night and then straight out again today for an appointment).

Most years, but not every year, we get together with our immediate neighbours for an evening before Christmas.  It is always a casual affair and a date set if both parties have an evening to spare.

I thought it was definitely my turn to host it but apparently not; so on Monday night we went round to our neighbours house and I had very little to do apart from take a bottle and make the chocolate.

Homemade chocolates
Homemade Chocolates

My neighbour always welcomes the chocolates I make, so I make extra and leave plenty with her. These are old pictures but it mostly looks the same with some variations on nuts and adornments.

We had a lovely evening chatting about old times on our cul-de-sac (we have both been here 40 years now) and the changes that have occurred over the years.  We have daughters, grandchildren and a mother of similar ages and can relate to all the problems that we have being in the sandwich generation.

We discuss everything and anything from garage clear outs (that we both need to do), the cost of living, the best supermarket prices to plays and events we have been to.  We are very comfortable in each other’s company so it is always a nice relaxing evening where we can be ourselves.

I look forward to this one evening a year (although if we can manage it we have another in the summer months); this is in addition of course to our long chats on the driveway as we see each other coming and going or in the garden.

It is so lovely to have a good neighbour as others have come and gone over the years and a few have been rather problematic.

So I will keep plying them with my chocolates in the hope that they don’t move before we do!!

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