You Can’t Not…

… I have an old friend from school (we are officially Old Biddies now). We have seen one another through marriage, childbirth(s), divorces, second marriages, deaths (inevitably) and all the life stuff that cements a friendship. (Which, weirdly, is often the ‘bad’ stuff?).
I buy daft things at Christmas for all of her ‘lot’… Children, stepchildren, in-laws (or outlaws, as we call them)… There are too many of them to send ‘proper’ gifts to, but there has been a recent, let me work this out… Step grandson’s partner’s baby (!).
For whom these little socks are perfect! Welcome to the tribe baby girl!

In other news I’ve washed and spun and chopped all (!) the parsley (approx a hundredweight) and not a chapped hand in sight. It’s all in the freezer now. So… Soon the stuffing. (And the nut roast, which I didn’t mention yesterday. In honesty I think the nut roast is probably the only reason I’m ever invited anywhere. Even the carnivores seem to hanker for it).