Don’t punch me, but Hubby and I will be making plans for our unofficial Christmas in the next couple of weeks.
We’ve invited MOH up before the holiday season really gets underway and intend to get the tree down and put the trimmings up. I’ve got a pudding in the cupboard already, and mince pies are still available.
It’s all gone to pot, as what used to be traditional fayre is now available practically all year, so to me we can celebrate without the hassle of fighting for space in the car park and whining kids wanting the posh and expensive presents as advertised.
The cards are made and the poem written, I just have to print it off, stick it in, and put them in the post.
Now is the time for BBQs and beach parties, and on my walk the other morning I saw a couple eating ice cream for breakfast.
That took me back, as Hubby and I used to do that when we were on holiday in Devon and Cornwall camping. We also discovered what time the pasties were taken out of the oven (6.30am) and just how much cream a fresh meringue can hold before it crumbles. Our ‘scientific research’ was second to our tasting skills.
Sometimes I like upside down days, where we have a cooked breakfast and then cereal for tea, or just go with the flow and eat what we fancy as the day progresses. In this heat though, all three of us don’t want very much, and I heard on the radio this morning that there is likely to be a lettuce shortage next week as stocks are almost out and the crops have fried in the fields so they will be relying on imports. Read that as another excuse to put prices up.
Also another little gem (hey, that’s a lettuce too!) is that a major supermarket chain here has limited the sale of soft drinks to people due to the CO2 shortage. This could also explain why in pubs soft drinks are more expensive to buy than beer. I kid you not, I was charged £2.50 for a pint of soda and lime, whereas my darts companion was charged £2 for just soda! And the soda was dispensed from one of those multi-function taps that puts the fizz in tap water!
Next month sees both brothers birthdays and the start of the school holidays.
Town will no doubt be packed with holidaymakers and more whining kids wanting ice cream, burgers or a bucket and spade to bury Dad (or siblings) in the sand.
The amusement arcades, golf, House of Terror and Go-Kart track are all at the other end of town, though we will probably see more dogs this end as they are not allowed on the beach up there between May 1st and September 30th.
Photos: Our ‘new’ Christmas tree and November’s snow!