Advent Day Eleven

Hello Friends!

I shall give you a break from all the food!  I think by now you can see why I called it the two day seige! Leftovers kept us going into New Year, and beyond in the case of slow perishable items such as chocolates and nuts.  Surprisingly, although refrigeration was a thing of the future, nothing went off like it does today and no one got an upset tummy other than by self-imposed overindulgence!  Our pantry was built by my father, north facing and partly underground with thick, insulating walls and a tiny window for ventilation, it worked brilliantly!  I can see it in my mind's eye to this day.

It is pitch dark outside again.  My tummy says it's breakfast time, my body says don't move.  The clock ticking noisily says time to get up.  My body says don't you dare move, stay put under the quilts.  My hands, chilled from typing my blog since five a.m. are telling me to put them back under the covers or go get a mug of hot coffee to hold.  The laptop provides some warmth that permeates through the layers under which I am snuggled.  I am the Princess and the Pea in reverse!

I feel for those still without power in this wintry chill, and am grateful for small mercies though I am shivering with cold this morning so my fingers drag across the keyboard and hit the wrong keys.  I am frustrated at this so instead of what I had planned, here are a few photos of bits and bobs of Christmases past.

Until tomorrow . . .