Are gradual improvements worth while?
Dec. 25th, 2019 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyMerry Christmas if you're celebrating it, f-list.
It's Christmas evening here. The day started with a walk on the beach. The foreshore camping ground and caravan park is full, so the beach path was packed with holiday makers, and a few fellow regulars who normally just nod as we cross paths but who this morning offered a cheery "Merry Christmas" as they passed. The adventure playground was holding a special Christmas morning Park Run, which was wrapping up. Lots of runners in Santa hats.
My mother and I had lunch on her grandparents' old farm, now owned by her aunt, aged 98, who invites her orphaned nephews and nieces for Christmas. You can see the sea from the back porch (but you can't reach it, unless you abseil down the cliffs. There was a wild rabbit snoozing under the garden hedge. The meal was interrupted by the most dreadful growling; we looked later and found a koala had climbed up a tree near the house. (An example of what they sound like.)
Our contribution to the meal was the pavlova. This year I made Bill Granger's brown sugar version, which was a lovely caramel colour. Not as sickly sweet as a traditional pav, but also not as beautifully crisp.
The joke in my bonbon (or cracker):
Q: How do you hire a horse??
A. Stand it on four bricks.
Even by Christmas joke standards, that is... something.
Something I learnt today: Cadbury's have changed the contents of their Roses box! No more hazelnut whirls. Boo.
Finally: some vintage Christmas card photos.
It's Christmas evening here. The day started with a walk on the beach. The foreshore camping ground and caravan park is full, so the beach path was packed with holiday makers, and a few fellow regulars who normally just nod as we cross paths but who this morning offered a cheery "Merry Christmas" as they passed. The adventure playground was holding a special Christmas morning Park Run, which was wrapping up. Lots of runners in Santa hats.
My mother and I had lunch on her grandparents' old farm, now owned by her aunt, aged 98, who invites her orphaned nephews and nieces for Christmas. You can see the sea from the back porch (but you can't reach it, unless you abseil down the cliffs. There was a wild rabbit snoozing under the garden hedge. The meal was interrupted by the most dreadful growling; we looked later and found a koala had climbed up a tree near the house. (An example of what they sound like.)
Our contribution to the meal was the pavlova. This year I made Bill Granger's brown sugar version, which was a lovely caramel colour. Not as sickly sweet as a traditional pav, but also not as beautifully crisp.
The joke in my bonbon (or cracker):
Q: How do you hire a horse??
A. Stand it on four bricks.
Even by Christmas joke standards, that is... something.
Something I learnt today: Cadbury's have changed the contents of their Roses box! No more hazelnut whirls. Boo.
Finally: some vintage Christmas card photos.