A wonderful time of year
I love Christmas, but before the glorious 12th, I’m a bit down. This is a little new because I didn’t know my diagnosis date for certain for many, many years, but I knew it was around this time before Christmas.
I know it’s a bit strange because this all happened a long time ago, 46 years this year. For the first time, I’m taking the day off work to attend a charity function – not for type 1, but interesting all the same. I have plans for most of the days that week – keeping my mind off it.
Unusally, this year, it’s actually cold: below freezing, which is notable in the UK. We had snow yesterday.
I’ve downloaded my favourite cooking show, my husband has lit a fire, I’ve closed the curtains, grabbed my oody and I’m settled, while my dough rises to make bread rolls. These will not only complement my carrot and corriander soup later, but serve as lunch material this week with left overs.
Like many, we’ve rolled off our fixed rate mortgage over the past couple of days just as the bite of winter hits the UK. We’ve had plenty of warning is coming – which allowed us to budget, so hopefully, we will not only be able to celebrate midwinters eve but have a happy new year.
Planning is everything, and I am not talking about pre-cooking the veggies on the day.