Powerless – The Year the Lights Went Out

Saturday, December 7

I can hardly believe I have been able to order a goose for Christmas dinner! Our farm butcher, who fattens his own birds, had his order book out in the pub and will have the birds ready for us to collect on December 21. How I’m going to cook it, I can’t quite think, so perhaps Martin will have to help me work out a way of roasting at last. The birds won’t be quite as big and fat as previous years, because they are free ranging and their grain is being rationed, but they should be all the tastier for that.

Martin was a bit sniffy about having goose as he says he only likes turkey. But the fact is, he’s never actually eaten goose and I said if it’s a question of having goose for Christmas dinner or having nothing at all, what would he rather have. Then he said as long as there’s plenty of stuffing he might be able to manage it. Wiithout bread for that and bread sauce, I’m not too sure how I’ll cope, but I’m sure I can devise something to keep him happy.

But even more important than  the goose, was speaking to James our lovely Rector, who said he can certainly marry Stephen and Anna. He will start calling banns of marriage from tomorrow and will read them out on the following two Sundays, in accordance with the requirements for church weddings. This means that they could be married any day after that, assuming that there are no ‘lawful impediments’, which made us laugh. As they would like to be married as soon as possible, they decided to hold the ceremony on New Years Day. We all agreed that would be a wonderfully hopeful way to start the year.

My marrons glaces were well received and I exchanged them and some confit for cabbage, carrots, swede and eggs. I noticed Martin frowning when he saw his jars being given away though. We only took two rabbits to barter, as we weren’t sure how many people would be keen to have them. The younger customers were very unsure about them and I think if we do it again we should skin and joint them first and then they may find them less daunting.

The hens did a little better today, laying three eggs

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About Suzanne Goldring

Suzanne Goldring writes the kind of novels she likes to read, about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people. Two of her novels have been placed in the Winchester Writers' Conference First Three Pages of a Novel competition. She is currently working on a novel set in Corfu and her blog is a diary, set in real time, called Powerless, The Year the Lights Went Out.

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