Sunday Roast 16 December

The day has started beautiful and sunny, such a contrast to yesterday’s cold winds and heavy rain which didn’t let up until late last night.
Getting Maggie out for a wee was all down to timing, and even then Hubby got caught and the pair came home drenched.

I’ve actually had a good night, the lemsips and honey have helped my throat, and I feel quite human today. It could have had something to do with the comment of food last night, and Hubby’s offer of a carvery dinner today. Oh yum.
As it happened, I hadn’t taken anything out of the freezer for dinner today anyway, so the thought of a full roast with all that lovely veg (there is a choice of at least 6 different varieties as well as roast and mashed potatoes) and better still, no washing up, is a definite Us present in the Christmas stakes.
Maggie’s allowed into the Garden Centre and they have a specific area for dog owners in the restaurant, so she’ll be getting some titbits too.
Photo: I’ve had my shower, so I’m presentable to be taken out for lunch.

I think I’ll change the holiday to TreatUs as we have treated ourselves to a fair bit this month.

I remember when we got caught in negative equity with our first house (1990 -1996) and like so many were living in a property where the outstanding mortgage far exceeded its value. We scrimped and saved every possible penny, but there came a time when I thought Sod It.
We’d gone without for well over a year and although we’d maintained our higher payments when the interest rates fell, I deliberately didn’t save a single cent one month.
You know, I cried? I felt so damn guilty wasting that money, and it was wasted, as I didn’t have anything to show for my expenditure.
I guess that’s why boat living wasn’t too much of a culture shock as we were already frugal being on a limited income in the cottage. Thanks to the Government moving the State Pension age to 66 for both of us, it’s just as well we’re used to living within our means.

We’ve never had a lot, but I’m not complaining. On the boat we learned just how little we actually needed, and we had everything that mattered, the main thing being we were all together, Hubby, Maggie and me.
Photo: Our Christmas tree on the boat, made for us by my niece some 25 years ago.