I looked at my list and looked at the stuff that had arrived. This time I worked out when was the earliest I could make things if I wasn't going to freeze them. I debated whether to make some stuff now and freeze it.
I considered a trip to Costco.
Instead, I cleared the worktop, cleaned it, and marzippaned a cake.
Then I decided that I really needed to clear up before I attempted the other christmassy chores on my list. Instead I opened one of the bags of crisps and started to eat them. I checked Facebook. I bought some bits online. Things I'd meant to get for this year, had decided last year to wait for the sales, and then had forgotten.
I put the steamer on to steam last year's Christmas pudding to make Christmas Puddini bonbons. The pudding didn't look great, so I threw it out.
I started to make cranberry mincemeat a la Nigella. While it was cooling, I tried to make myself clear up. I ignored myself.
Eventually I decided I'd have to use rewards.
I gave myself 1 point for everything properly put away. When I got to 100, I could make a cup of tea. At 79, I stopped and embroidered a card for my next door neighbour.
I decided to unload the dishwasher, as that would put me at nearly 200 by theh time I'd unloaded and reloaded it. When I opened it, it hadn't drained. I shut the door and finished the crisps.
I opened the door again and unloaded the clean items. I took the baskets out and partially loaded them with the dirty dishes, but left them on the draining board.
Eventually the kitchen looked more respectable.
I need to put the sewing machine away for Christmas. Maybe Monday. Maybe I'll get on and make the Christmas bunting.
Or maybe I'll try Nigella's (Lychee Martin) Lychini instead
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