Monday, 24 December 2007
My parent's in law have come for Christmas. Dot brings her brandy butter and a trifle drenched with sherry full of maraschino cherries. She takes over the kitchen helping Lin with cooking. Now is the time for the rendering of account with the untidy parts of our home; for mess to be sorted, decorations recovered, a tree assembled - somewhere we can find space for it. Now's the gathering of food and crackers and Christmas wrapping and bickering between phone chats about our news. It's the nicest of times and the most vexatious, the sweetest and the most saccharine. I swing between contentment and grumpiness.