DVT DAY 96
At last its Christmas, or at least the time to get round to eating the Christmas cake.
This is a family debate every year that takes place about how long we are going to preserve the Christmas cake we could not face eating at Christmas due to the plethora of sweet stuff and mountain of dead flesh we have chewed our way through in a very short space of time. I lose count of the number of festive chocolate oranges I get to eat along with a variety of crystallised fruits of strange and bizarre origin. Any about May to June time we wonder whether to eat the Christmas cake or keep it till next Christmas. With this year’s COVID restrictions and the usual culinary fripperies not being available we decide to start on the cake. The cake is always good, as it is more or less solid fruit with more than a hint of brandy but the apricot jam supported icing is a different matter. From the first tentative nibble at the icing I know that I should leave it, but I never do, my sweet tooth takes over and I invariably eat the lot. I shall now crave plain food and fruit for about a week and blame my increase in weight at the Sunday weigh in on the icing. But I am pleased that we have begun the cake as there is no more dilemma as to whether to keep it for another six months or not. This year it is definitely, not!
I’ve had one of those buggering about days really. One of those days when just as I was about to launch into something in earnest I have been diverted. By the time I had checked my e-mails and sorted out what bits of work I needed to do I was ready to go to the shed. As I am about to set off the phone rings and I spend a happy time chatting to a friend, after which the post arrives. All for me and in it a demand to pay import duty on the infamous weights bench that I never owned, never paid for and did not want. I send a firm but fair e-mail to them directing them to the real owners of the goods and cross my fingers that this will be the end of it. It won’t be, I wait for the metaphorical arm wrestle tat is going to go on.
In the post was a long letter from a friend, which I sat down with a coffee and read over twice. It is such a pleasure to get a letter like this and spurs me on to continue to write both letters and blog. I have no doubt that I shall read it again soon and begin to think about a reply soon. Another colleague calls and we chat about our work situation and before I know it, it is lunchtime. The household sits down together and we chat as we eat. Nothing deep or philosophical but we drift into such areas as what colour is a PhD hood on an academic robe from De Montfort University and what colour do Buddhist nuns wear. Of course, we race on Google to find the answers, which are orange and pink. In the surfing I discovered it is possible to buy Buddhist meditation robes in a deep red. I was very tempted but resisted. After lunch Amazon deliver the new external hard drive for my eldest daughters’ laptop so there is the task of setting it up. Turned out to be trickier than expected but eventually I get it going and have to leave it to get on with it. It was during this time that we took the decision to eat Christmas cake. By the time the laptop has backed up my partner has packed up work for the day and she and my eldest daughter go for a walk leaving me to write the blog while I watch the corona virus update show. Today we are expecting Sainsburys to deliver so it will be a case of having dinner, waiting the delivery while watching TV, reading or sitting on the couch wishing I had not eaten all that Christmas cake icing.
