Friday, December 20
We have agreed not to talk about it. Last night Martin promised he would not take any more risks and I said I would not raise the subject again. He is back home and we are all safe, for the moment. And next week it will be Christmas and we must all try to make it more of a Christmas than Christmas has ever been.
Usually by this time of year I would have had heavy groceries brought by the helpful Tesco man, a delivery of wines for a party, mince pies baked and cards and invitations to open every day. This year is so very different, but it is still special in its own way. Jane and Anna made a wreath with fresh ivy and holly for the front door and their green garland drapes the hall chimney piece. They have made paper angels from thin printer paper to stand on the window sills, where numerous Christmas cards would normally be displayed.
And I have made cards stamped with a star-shaped potato cut. They will be hand delivered on our way to the pub tomorrow and I’ll leave some there and in the church for other local friends. We can’t send cards further afield this year, but we can send thoughts and prayers.
I’ve also made mincemeat from the last of the dried fruit, some of the mutton suet and a few apples. I can’t bake pastry without an oven, but I’ll think of some way to use it to give us all a taste of Christmas.
There was a hard frost this morning and it may be cold again tonight, so I’ve given the hens warm boiled scraps and peelings. In return they produced four eggs today.