I guess I should be panicking about procuring a turkey for Christmas dinner but I’m not.
Stella and I nipped into M&S this afternoon after going to see The Golden Compass and she bought a turkey crown from France…..in previous years any attempts at having an easy time in the kitchen by buying such a thing has been thwarted by a sulking husband claiming the lack of turkey legs would be tantamount to mental cruelty…..this year with Waitrose being devoid of organic turkeys my husband is singing from a different page…..
To be perfectly honest my promotion of buying a nice big juicy organic chicken instead is falling on deaf ears; if I had my way, well I never get my way at Christmas I’d be in Sweden or a remote Scottish Isle away from it all supping on a tin of tomato soup and being very happy not spending my days cooking food that doesn’t suit my simple tastes and having to interact with friends and family – miserable bitch aren’t I?
I’m not really but I wish Christmas began on Christmas Eve and ended on Boxing Day.
Just before Stella was due to pick me up I took Harry out for his walkies. We met another doggie walker who had 2 very lively shitzu’s.
I do love most dogs but there are some that for certain reasons I’m not so keen on…. There is no delicate way of saying this but some dogs need to have their bottoms wiped and so when one of these cute little dogs sat on the bottom of my trouser leg and foot I joked about hoping he had a clean bottom – prophetic words… he didn’t….and there was me about to be picked up by Mrs Clean.
I actually found it amusing, but wonder why on earth anyone would want such a dog in their house.