25*12*2025 Sans sprouts. 🙄

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 A Merry Christmas to you and yours. Whatever your beliefs. Or lack thereof.

Wednesday 25th 28F/-2.2C [9.00] The forecast has been sunshine until now. Changed to cloud with possible sunny periods. More cloudy in the south. That's me, or rather us. A thick, white frost on the West Lawn. Only 61F/16C in the room. It was 70F/21C at bedtime. Stove lit and already warming the back of my neck.

Up at 8.40 after a late, but quiet night. Chest bunged up. I may survive. No immediate plans for a walk. My guest brought presents. So there are traditions to maintain. The Danes do the presents on Christmas Eve. Being
bilingual immigrunts means we had a choice.

 The day was spent chatting, searching online and talking on the telephone with family members. 

 There was a gorgeous red sunset after a rather grey day. I had to dash outside and around the house to capture it. My first and last venture out of doors today.

 I made the Christmas dinner but forgot the sprouts. Silly old wotsit! Chicken, mushrooms, peas, carrots, sauteed potatoes and Bisto gravy. With the now familiar organic 'O' red wine.

 The potatoes were my brother's idea and an interesting variation. I shall experiment in future on the duration of the simmering and frying phases. They were certainly edible but very slightly bland. 

 I'll have to do some homework on suitable seasoning. Salt and pepper were not quite enough alone. Still better than boiled though. So, another string to my cooking bow. Or whatever.

 My guest suggested I  use a sharp knife to slice the chicken breasts. Rather than my usual method of using kitchen scissors to produce chunks. I was duly rewarded with more tender, cooked chicken than I am used to.

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