Well, it's a saying we have in Scotland - and I liked the sound of it, so I used it this time. Over Christmas there was no sign of heather - but there was fire! Our two sons came home for Christmas and it was the first time for ...ooooh.... five years that we'd been together. I got quite carried away and dragged out the candles, a new tablecloth, bought the "Luxury" crackers!! I even cooked turkey with HEAPS of veggies and stuffing and so on.
And yes, of course we had some nice champagne and wine to go with it all. Anyhoo, we were having a real ball and lots of piccies were being taken and we didn't notice that one of our candles was getting a teensy bit low. In fact, the plastic 'wreath' began to emit that warm plastic odour - you know - the aroma of cooking plastic? Well, younger son did the honours and removed it to the back yard. Meantime another candle had burned down quite fast really, and next thing we knew the table cloth was glowing! OK - so a fast bundling up of cloth complete with candles and even cutlery and whisked away to cool off.
And that was end of the new tablecloth - boy am I glad it was just an Aldi one!!! And it was just fun! We had the best day, we really did.
And the Christmas weather? Huh! It's rained every day for the past two weeks and now we'll be back at work for our last four days. I bet it clears up. Never mind. I've enough to do with packing, cleaning, sorting and also saying bye to the boys. One comes home overnight after his trip to Kiwiland - that's on Saturday. Then he's off back to Korea. The other comes back for two days the next week before heading off back to Darwin.
Wish me luck. And now I feel a glass of wine coming on.......
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