'twas the night before Chrissmuss
Sunday, December 24th, 2006 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanWell I think we are reasonably close to being ready. As predicted, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim and I found it necessary to nip out and purchase additional victuals, though at least these were more mundane and relatively un-festivy.
This time of year does strange things to people. Tomorrow we are hosting two friends for Christmas dinner and both of them know us to be untidy lumps. Nonetheless, the Athenaeum Club is remarkably tidy - including the room which we shall hence forth call the dining room, which thanks to Herculean efforts byellefurtle is now not only clean and tidy, but devoid of extraneous objects. Much of the rest of the place has been dusted, polished and hoovered. Frankly anyone who knows the place probably wouldn't recognise it. I don't.
I have retired to The Tower to type this entry and administer oil of cloves to my aching gnasher whilecolonel_maxim and ellefurtle do hideous things to carrots and Brussels sprouts respectively. Later on I shall be doing hideous things to tomorrow's chicken, so it all balances out. Said chicken is currently immersed in brine seasoned with rosemary and mixed herbs. It looks not unlike the latest Damien Hurst exhibit, but smells rather less of resin and formaldehyde. It should taste better, too, once stuffed, coated in bacon and roasted.
I shall slump now and listen to music. Enjoy the rest of your day Gentle Reader; tomorrow it gets serious.
colonel_maxim and I found it necessary to nip out and purchase additional victuals, though at least these were more mundane and relatively un-festivy.This time of year does strange things to people. Tomorrow we are hosting two friends for Christmas dinner and both of them know us to be untidy lumps. Nonetheless, the Athenaeum Club is remarkably tidy - including the room which we shall hence forth call the dining room, which thanks to Herculean efforts by
ellefurtle is now not only clean and tidy, but devoid of extraneous objects. Much of the rest of the place has been dusted, polished and hoovered. Frankly anyone who knows the place probably wouldn't recognise it. I don't.I have retired to The Tower to type this entry and administer oil of cloves to my aching gnasher while
colonel_maxim and ellefurtle do hideous things to carrots and Brussels sprouts respectively. Later on I shall be doing hideous things to tomorrow's chicken, so it all balances out. Said chicken is currently immersed in brine seasoned with rosemary and mixed herbs. It looks not unlike the latest Damien Hurst exhibit, but smells rather less of resin and formaldehyde. It should taste better, too, once stuffed, coated in bacon and roasted. I shall slump now and listen to music. Enjoy the rest of your day Gentle Reader; tomorrow it gets serious.