Well done, MI.
We are currently under pressure thanks to dh taking on a rather massive job last Friday for next Monday. Trouble was, he forgot (as per usual) about some commitments we have from Saturday to Tuesday. So I'll have to do a goodly chunk as we have to deliver the job this Friday. Friday is also an INSET day. Bum.
Christmas? I'm not thinking about it. The only way in which I will allow myself to think about it very slightly is to make a pact with myself that this will be the first year that I will endeavour not to get my knickers in a twist. There will be no upset about my lack of culinary talent or relative lack of funds, or what Cousin A said to Cousin B or any of that stuff. No. I shall smile sweetly, sprinkle (edible) glitter over everything and anyone who doesn't like it can just get stuffed.
Please someone remind me of this in about 6 weeks.
The person from whom I bought my chickens told me a story about a customer who was due to come to buy some chickens just after me. The chicken lady sold this person chickens last year and the chicken-buyer and her family fell in lurrrve with their pet chickens and all was happy for many months. They even sent out family Christmas cards with a picture of their chickens all in Christmas hats. Awwww. On Christmas Day, this person invited round her in-laws for a trad lunch. They brought their dog. Just as the turkey was about to be served, the in-laws' dog appeared in the house all covered in blood and feathers. A dreadful discovery then was made - the dog had been down the garden and massacred all the chickens. Cue all the children crying and terrible recriminations flying and possibly one of the worst Christmas lunches ever.