Merry Jinglemass!!!

Merry Jinglemass!!!

The usual festivity-trinity of bad stuff has happened, and it's been very mild and not at all inconvenient.

Last night we discovered the packet of five sea bass 'can be separated' 'in useful tray' from Lidl turned out to be easily separated once defrosted. Or from the tray. Result: we have two cooked sea bass in the fridge which I wasn't expecting to defrost/eat until the new year. The menu planning bent I'm on is taking a bit of a knock: sea bass will have to replace meatballs tomorrow. The fish were delicious - and Broggy is One Happy Cat about the heads tails and and so forth.

The corkscrew broke last night. The corkscrew. Fortunately, we have been given three bottles of cider, a bottle of wine with a screw cap, and ExMemSec has (due to the Secret Santa manager not recalling what she'd told who) two bottles of Plymouth Gin. Also we have a bottle of sherry (technically now half a bottle of sherry). And four bottles of sparkling South African wine. We'll manage somehow ....

Third misadventure: ExMemSec's new memory stick got washed and dried (economy low temp). Fortunately that still works.

All very minor things to go wrong! And now we have the most gorgeous sunset to look at.:



Time to get that goose a-broiling ....

Well, I'l be Dr Who'd

Ok, my viewing was disrupted by taking the goose out to rest., carving the goose, serving the goose, and eating the goose.  But I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I want to read what altariel says about it ... and more importantly, see it again while sober. 

As deadbrowalking members would observe, if you are Black, you die.  And I observe: if you are disabled, you die.  Or it makes you evil.  Or evil (I mean, what else can you do if you are in a society where 'cyborgs are despised'), and you will die.    But despite such unthinking, there was much that was marvellous: the use of tropes from pantomime and cliches from science fiction were spot on. 

I am really sorry that Astrid seems to be ruled out for next year's Christmas special (for one wonderful moment I deluded myself with the thought she could be the next companion (hastily squashed by the thought 'no she can't: she's a pop star, and has got her own line of knickers').