I love cooking, so I had a marvellous time cooking Christmas dinner for a friend and myself - everything turned out just fine, as it should, I have after all nearly 50 years' practise of the art of cooking Christmas dinner.
New Year's Eve with another friend staying here overnight. Her dog and my two cats perfectly comfortable with one another but scared stiff of the fireworks that started here before dark at four and went on until 2 a.m.
Dinner was a new dish, Spanish style prawns in garlic, followed by a traditional Danish New Year's dish of kale and caramelized potatoes with boiled bacon.
So yes two wonderful festive evenings, barring Tigger doing his Cheshire cat stunt so successfully that I did not find him until I was crawling into bed, his sister holed up under the sofa, where at least she dusted the hinder areas of it, as she came out with her ears festooned with cobwebs, and a labrador trying desperately to be a lapdog. The one cat and the dog refused all offers of access to the garden and held themselves in until this morning, the tom cat condescended to use the litter box at some point overnight.
Please St Getrude and St Roche, patrons of cats and dogs, may we have a blanket ban on fireworks?