Christmas

Home made apricot jam on sourdough toast for breakfast. VERY nice. We only used half the recommended amount of sugar so the flavour whilst still sweet, is heavy on fruit and slightly tart. There's more on the stove today. 10 kg in all. From 1 small tree. How happy we are to be peasants in Little Calabria.

I got through my audition! I sang like a strangled bird (I thought) due to nerves but obviously it wasn't that bad! Going back to school. Music school. Quietly excited I am. It scares the shit out of me but I can't imagine doing anything else. Except run a goat farm. Which isn't going to happen right now but might someday be funded by a late but brilliant musical career. Spoken like a true Sagittarius.

Martin finished his business course, and has a blog now too; The Urban Hive.

We went to see The King's Speech last night. Great film - wonderfully restrained acting with appropriately restrained humour. Then we bought a bottle of wine and came home and got tipsy and listened to the best of Bowie. After we gushed over how unbelievably cool a song Sorrow is, we laughed about what our children might think of it some day. Will they think Bowie completely naff?....Surely not....it's BOWIE man!!! The fact that Bantam Boy digs Dylan, gives me great hope Dette.

Time to stir the jam, plant a baby Jesus in the Nativity manger and think about Christmas Stockings...

WITH YOUR LONG BLONDE HAIR.... I COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT.......

trees and jam

Our apricots got a bit water logged so we picked them this morning - around 8 kilos. They actually taste great despite not having the chance to ripen on the tree.



Martin improvised scales - rustica genius.

Fruit now on the stove becoming jam.

December

I turned this much. There was champagne, ginger beer and strawberries, words of love and appreciation, and verily the cake was good.


The Christmas Fairy made herself known. She shall be known as Trixie. And she shall NOT forget to visit.







Our garden is going berserk thanks be to the tropical weather and the tender loving care largely bestowed upon it by He Who Mows Without Complaint.




The Good Stuff from aforementioned garden. You cannot imagine the flavour of the warm honey until you too get down on hands and knees and lick it off the concrete.


Our dear friends are getting married - and we have been sewing bunting.


My little guy will finish kinder and move onward to school...he cruised through orientation along with the other 18 siblings in his prep class, like nothing could be more normal. May it be that way when he realises he'll be there 5 days a week....May I be so relaxed about it too for that matter.

And I have an audition next week - for music school. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. I'm quietly freaking out. Last time I auditioned for anything I was young free and single. I had nothing to do but prepare, focus, dream and feel that I could just folk rock the house down. I'm counting on Life Experience, Annie Lennox and a bit of a 'trumpet solo' to get me through. And I'm hoping that the shiner I am currently sporting from having collided with the back of my child's head on the weekend, will be gone by Thursday.