Christmas at Mater's is a strictly traditional affair. There is a strong hint of the Victorian while food is at Edwardian, or possibly even Henry VIII, standard.
One of my favourites are Marzipan Fruit.
Nom. Mum even put them on the Christmas Cake.
Since I was born this amazingly retro crib has played a large part of the festivities.
I decided this year that the lamb wanted a better view so stuck him on top of the ox. Seemed fair enough to all concerned.
Things were enlivened by El Diablo.
She has fads. Her latest is sitting on the backs of armchairs instead of anywhere flatter. This would be fine but she has awful balance. She wobbles back and forth like a ship at sea. And when she jumps down she jumps from the back to the arm and then to the floor. Except last time she kind of missed the arm and belly flopped to the ground. Dignity is not a friend to this cat.
I got some lovely presents including the new Alice Starmore chart book but then I also got...
Just what I always wanted - me in wood form. I'm going to tuck it into the 'guest' side of the bed tonight. I've been thinking of naming her. I don't generally approve of naming inanimate objects but I'm thinking "Betsy". As in "heavens to". My dad made it for me from a paper template I made. It's varnished and everything so wet blocking will be a breeze. Hoopla!