Saturday evening, November still I know; I cooked roast pork with stuffing, yorkies, squeeky beans and sugar snap peas, roasties and then made summer fruit crumble and mini trifles with a twist. I frosted the glasses and then filled them with jelly, added the custard and broke up sponge so it was more like an Eton mess. The custard had Madagascan vanilla in it and I used Baileys duoble cream. Seriously, seriously, a heart attack in a glass, but very nice. We had friends over, they are getting married and it was also one of their birthdays and is Mum's next week so I went a little crazy. Chatted and giggled after eating way too much, then off to bed after giving the puppies their midnight feed.
Up early as we have a busy day,
1st December, we travelled to the Midland Heavy Horse Association Christmas Lunch. Food was really scrummy. There was roast beef that melted in your mouth and Turkey which was really juicy. Brussel sprouts, roast spuds and yorkies, what more could you ask for.
We then had a quiz which was really good, but I have never heard the poem about St Nic, so may need to look it up. You see Glyn, I am blonde, very very blonde at times, but I quite like poems lol. We then had a raffle and everyone seemed to win loads of things. Did not win the plaiting horse so hoping Daddy will get out his tool kit and make us one. After all, I need to learn to plait if I am going to show. Thinking about it, it would be funny if he did. The mane looks like it is made of mop heads and it is a joke that I am the only 16 year old that goes into shops looking for mops not perfume, shoes or clothes.
Home feeling rather sleepy and full, fed the puppies and chilled out.
This week is the run up to Mum's birthday. Daddy was really brave and managed to leave the house with me to go and get her presents last week. I am really proud of him because I know how difficult it can be. He stayed calm and didn't start loosing the plot so we did well. The funniest thing was that Mum was with us buying a Christmas tree.
I Know that unless you live with people who suffer with claustrophobia or aggrophobia you won't undestand how hard it can be to go shopping with a person who does. Constantly watching over their shoulder, looking for escape routes and desperate to leave to get back to where they feel safe.
I know you are now asking how Daddy could manage to cope with going to the lunch on Sunday. Easy answer, he feels safe with the people who were there and even safer knowing that me and Mum are close by.
Need to start Christmas shopping soon, but have a million things to do before that.
x x
Up early as we have a busy day,
1st December, we travelled to the Midland Heavy Horse Association Christmas Lunch. Food was really scrummy. There was roast beef that melted in your mouth and Turkey which was really juicy. Brussel sprouts, roast spuds and yorkies, what more could you ask for.
We then had a quiz which was really good, but I have never heard the poem about St Nic, so may need to look it up. You see Glyn, I am blonde, very very blonde at times, but I quite like poems lol. We then had a raffle and everyone seemed to win loads of things. Did not win the plaiting horse so hoping Daddy will get out his tool kit and make us one. After all, I need to learn to plait if I am going to show. Thinking about it, it would be funny if he did. The mane looks like it is made of mop heads and it is a joke that I am the only 16 year old that goes into shops looking for mops not perfume, shoes or clothes.
Home feeling rather sleepy and full, fed the puppies and chilled out.
This week is the run up to Mum's birthday. Daddy was really brave and managed to leave the house with me to go and get her presents last week. I am really proud of him because I know how difficult it can be. He stayed calm and didn't start loosing the plot so we did well. The funniest thing was that Mum was with us buying a Christmas tree.
I Know that unless you live with people who suffer with claustrophobia or aggrophobia you won't undestand how hard it can be to go shopping with a person who does. Constantly watching over their shoulder, looking for escape routes and desperate to leave to get back to where they feel safe.
I know you are now asking how Daddy could manage to cope with going to the lunch on Sunday. Easy answer, he feels safe with the people who were there and even safer knowing that me and Mum are close by.
Need to start Christmas shopping soon, but have a million things to do before that.
x x