The Day Before Christmas Eve

I'll start with the night before the day before Christmas Eve when we had a visit from the smartest man I know. It is always good to see him and I always have considerations to lay before him. His main strengths are the management of domestic appliances, Irish politics and catering. He was here once when our cooker had stopped working and he just went into the kitchen and fixed it. Regarding Irish politics his most recent advice is to disengage from X/Twitter. Last night he gave me some great suggestions for good gravy and red cabbage. Sadly I don't totally remember the details except that both recipes involved the addition of port and I have two bottles of port - which is handy.

I seem to live in Tescos these days. Back again this morning (really early) and had some lovely interactions with staff and fellow shoppers. Lots of smiles and happy chats. I am so into Christmas this year mainly the goodwill to all men/people part. This is how I should spend the rest of my life. There was a really lovely conversation with a fellow oldie in the carpark about the craziness of Christmas food shopping. Her trolly, I couldn't help but notice, was full of bread. Then she told me, it was for the swans in Broughshane. How lovely. I asked her if the black swans were still around. They are. Thanks be. Then she started on a rant about the crows who were also after the swan's bread. I was slightly disappointed in her. But that's me - woke as fuck. The swans are lovely but I also love and admire those much maligned corvids.