I’ve been very busy with translating the book. So busy that I only intermittently surface and decide that I ought to do something about something, like sending out Christmas cards.
This morning I realised that Christmas Day is coming up like the ground at the end of a parachute jump. I’ve invited the friends-with-a-tiny-oven to come and eat turkey on Christmas day, so it seemed like a good idea to make sure that we had a turkey.
I had the vague feeling that I’d left it rather late, right up until I went to the village butchers who told me that the deadline for orders was 2 weeks ago, and most f the turkeys had been delivered. Very sorry and all that, but they couldn’t help.
Oops.
Three supermarkets later, I’m happy to report that we now have a frozen turkey on the freezer.
Next up, sprouts.
