Nothing really happened today – in a good way.
My daughter was at a friend’s on a sleepover (which I secretly loathe), so I got a rare lie in and read House and Garden cover to cover, which was such a treat.
Then I got into bed with my mum and watched the Remembrance ceremony at the Cenotaph on the telly. She watches it every year and it was nice to share it with her, especially like Morecombe and Wise sitting up in bed together.
I’m keenly aware that there might not be that many more opportunities to share such moments with her.
I bought the ingredients to make my first ever Christmas cake.
I am conquering my food challenges, one by one, with meringues, souffles, curries, stock, risotto and casseroles all under my belt.
After having finally mastered pastry this year (thank you, Nigella…) it’s time to do the fruit cake.
I’m planning to make the marzipan myself too and to do all the royal icing malarkey, with some kind of quaint snow scene on the top (because that’s what we had on the Christmas cake when we were kids…).
I love the jolly chap at the top and I could do penguins as a tribute to Monty the Penguin, who already owns this Christmas for me (the toy has already sold out and are being flogged on eBay…).
But of course, it could well come out looking like these gems from the joy that is Cake Wrecks…