I've just indulged in some nostalgia and reread the posts for Christmas 2015, 2014, and 2013. It's made me realise how much my blogging habits have changed. I used to put more effort into writing posts and the 2013 one actually says something rather than just act as a record events. I've become a bit lazy about it all. So many other bloggers I used to follow have given up or moved to Instagram. I'm going to stay on Blogger, being technically inept and preferring words to pictures. Perhaps next week I'll try to update things a bit though.
Christmas this year is going to be fairly quiet. We're at home mostly, though travelling tomorrow to Market Harborough to spend Christmas day with my youngest sister and her family. We don't see them soo often now they have moved further away from here and are looking forward to seeing how excited the younger children are about Santa coming!
I've been doing a bit of Christmas baking, making a chocolate log like my mother used to do at Christmas. She used to do two and then give one to her friend Pat, who lived across the road in the house that was also at Hawthorne's bar, a very mysterious place to us as children, with greyish frosted glass windows hiding the interior. I remember delivering Pat's chocolate log one Christmas and the distinctive smell of smoke and wafts of stout as the door opened. Hawthorne's is still there and so is Pat, now well into her 90's, but we've now had 12 Christmases without my mum. I suppose that's why I make the chocolate log and use dad's stuffing recipe - keeps the memories going.
Anyway a few pictures of a Christmas past - I think this is the last one when it was just us sisters and mum and dad without partners, the year before I got married so it's probably1985. Pretty dreadful shot of me with a bad case of red eye to match my cardi. I think Mummy looks lovely in this first one. I thought members of my family who read this might like to see these so please indulge me other readers.
Happy Christmas 2016 to you all!