Well, things are racing out of control here, really. £189 at the butcher, £54 at Waitrose (whose scones, incidentally, are crap), £54 on (admittedly rather fabulous) Christmas greenery for the house at the florist, plus £12 for chicken wire to hold the display in place in various big vases and urns. £15 on candle holders for the table. Still have to buy batteries, do the Aldi shop, do the cheese shop run and the Sainsbury's run. Have to wrap presents (mostly they just go into repurposed boxes left over from the days when I actually had some disposable income and bought clothes from Matches), clean the house, gather ivy, put the decorations up and finish painting the dining room and putting it back together. THEN I can start on the cooking, which this year includes duck confit, boeuf bourgignon for the freezer, a ham for Christmas day and roast belly pork for the big dinner on Christmas Eve.
DH has bought DS a bottle of aftershave, and is collecting my parents on Christmas Eve. He sent a message to my brother to that effect, without asking me first. I felt like adding a message, 'So I will peel all the veg then and sort the table and the dog?' Oh, and he bought two cases of wine. I am slightly irritated by this, but am holding it in.
I'm sure I'm inefficient, and perfectionist, and make a lot of work for myself. And I do have an idealised view of how I want the house and the table to look and feel. But I also feel that next year, I would quite like us to go away somewhere, have sausage and mash and just take it all down a notch or two.