It’s
Christmas! Santa’s arrived at Chichester
canal, fir trees festooned with twinkly lights adorn the town, the shops are
crammed with festive goodies, every other advert features a flying fairy
magicking up presents or delicious treats and it won’t be long before our ears
are assaulted by an endless loop of crimbo tunes.
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| Only 46 mince pies until Christmas |
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| Magicking up some late night wallpapering |
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| Deco Paradiso feature wall in the extension |
Confused? I know the clocks have now gone back but
seriously, Christmas is still a month and a half away! We don’t need all this
commercialist clap trap for the next 50 odd days - it’s a sure fire way of
killing the magic of Christmas. Shelby’s
so bored of it all, she’s having an extra long nap behind the sofa.
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| Wake me up when it's all over |
I
may only have half a kitchen but now that the new oven has been connected I’m
making the family Christmas cake, a tradition that’s been followed for
decades. It wouldn’t be crimbo without
one of my extra special fruit cakes laced with Southern Comfort and wrapped in
tons of marzipan.
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| Mama's got a brand new oven |
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| Putting the new kitchen through its baking paces |
Not
having a proper kitchen can’t be used as an excuse for not bothering to bake so excuse
me whilst I jingle all the way to the Neff having stirred up my booze soaked
dry fruit and sampled a wee dram or two to make sure I've got the recipe correct. Bottoms up!
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| Mmm - does this fruit need a bit more booze? |
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