Good morning Bloggets. I am waiting for our real Christmas
tree to arrive. It’s gone up by £5 this year compared to last year. Hub and I
can’t believe prices this Christmas. We have to reserve a slot for Christmas
delivery for our groceries, or we won’t be able to get a slot. So we order the
big shop, then checkout, then if we need more things closer to the delivery
day, we just go back into the basket and add more, but at least that way, we
have a date and time.
Looking through the prices, we just can’t believe how deer
things are this year. No offers either on anything. Last year, Christmas cake,
Christmas puddings and so on were all on offer.
Last year, Hub bought a 12lb turkey from our local butchers,
if you remember, it came in a box. I had to leave the room as was repulsed being
a vegetarian. Hating the idea that the poor bird was born for one reason, to be
killed for mans greed. My Hub shouted to me
“Wow, the turkey is well hung!”
Oh I was discussed that they had not even chopped the
turkeys Willy off, and shouted
“Oh my God, what are you going to do with that?”
He said what?
“How are you going to chop the Willy off? Why did they not
do that for you?”
In England, if a man is well hung, it means he has a rather large
penus.
In the meat world a bird which is well hung, means just that.
It has been hanging a long time.
Funny though horrible too.
Well, that turkey last year was £50 I dread to think what it
would be this year going on prices?
So Hub ordered a frozen one with our groceries. Same size
but of course not fresh and God knows where it comes from, but it was £20
I told Hub to get a real one, he said he couldn’t justify
him and the one I don’t write about eating all that and I would be sitting with
my £3 vegetarian turkey taste a like.
Hahahaha.
I don’t mind, I would rather know the bird came from England
and had a bit of freedom before its neck was slit.
Where this frozen one comes from, God only knows, possible a
paltry farm in Poland.
The boys have turkey for Christmas dinner/lunch, then turkey
sandwich for tea, and then next day we have my favourite, fry up. When I survey
Christmas dinner, I have a large dish/mixing bowl and serve table spoonfuls of
vegetables in there with loads of mash potatoes. Cover it overnight, it also has
the stuffing in vegetarian of course and the next day, I put butter into the
frying pan with some chopped onions and add the mixture. I have it with onion
gravy and the boys add more turkey. Hub would not have this the first year we
got together, he said it sounded disgusting, but then he tasted it on year two
and loves it now. I tell you, don’t knock it…
Then on day three we have turkey and chips, used to be homemade
chips, now we will have to use horrible frozen chips as Hub threw away the chip
pan. My chips were the best in the North too. I miss them. I managed 23 years
without having a house fire with it. But hub rightly so thought it was a risk
we should not be taken, this comes from the man who is begging me to do a charity
parachute jump, I must add, him doing it not me. Heck, if I were to do it, I
would hit the ground at such speed you would feel the earth move.
I laughed at hub the other day telling him, he was too fat
now too to do a jump. He was not impressed. Hahahahehehehehe.
He’s not really; I just didn’t want to be the only fat bird
in the village.
OK, enough chit chat. I shall love you and leave you for
now, never forever. I will let you know about my day later. I have floors to clean.
My washing is in the drier, more washing in the washing machine. The dishwasher
is empty and refilled, kitchen tops all washed. Table cloth off the table and a
new one on, bins emptied and its still morning. Back to work not only for Hub
but for me too. Xx
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