Monday, 31 December 2018
So, that was 2018. No need to review it. It was what it was.
I am tired after all the family visits, the cooking, the drink making, the jollying things along, happy, but tired. I am also full of cold - a London cold - courtesy of the London grandchildren, bless them!
I don't really 'do' New Year these days. Back in my younger days I would party through the night. I have learnt a modicum of sense since then.
We got to meet our new grandson, Welles, he is a gorgeous little thing.
We shared some enormous family meals, had some very jolly gatherings, yet I think the meal we made using this freshly baked loaf of bread - kneaded with love, for that makes the best bread - was the one which they enjoyed the most.
My second youngest grandchild insisted that his sandwich should be made with roast fox - he is big fan of The Gruffalo - luckily I had some in the fridge.
Simple food, made with love.