That Darn Cat
I'm done so many pickles, I'm pickled out. I've had so many requests for for home-mades, like Christmas cake and Piccalilli and Sweet Chilli, I'm having trouble coping with the demand. I'm even getting 'can I have some now and some more for Christmas day please?"
Gotta admit - grumble as I might, I love it. Christmas songs on my MP3, sat on a stool in the kitchen, winter blasts (it +3 C here) blowing through the kitchen window, stirring in the spices. A promise of snow soon. And I woke up to a Christmas card from little Bear under my pillow. How cool is that?
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