Alot has been cancelled or postponed since papa’s surgery but thankfully not a little Christmas gathering with good friends last night. A good laugh with a friends goes a long way.
Happy holidays to all!
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This week has been a celebration of exchanging gifts and staying up late. Two best friends were throwing parties for their little ones over the weekend and my dad turned 65, so yep, it’s safe to assume that we were all hyped on way too much birthday cake. Which brought about alot of activities and progress around the house. We have very kind friends who love gardening and offered to help set the palm trees up with an automatic watering system. We are very keen on making this place as much of a garden as we can with this hot weather. We’ve done some research and experimenting, since planting and creating a garden is not that easy. Especially with the price of plants and little trees, you really don’t want to mess up and lose those babies.Much of the experimenting we did was in the vegetable garden. We didn’t plan ahead at all. It was more Georgie throwing seeds in the air and me running after him with tags which blew away the next day. The result is a jungle of pumpkins, cucumbers and tomatoes with some parsley and basil here and there. Oh and two aloe vera plants. But we have been blessed with produce and good ones. Ten years ago papa and I locked lips and that was it. We still celebrate the day every year. We’ve been married for four years but somehow that date doesn’t mean as much as the first kiss. I finally had a good excuse to get papa a Fender acoustic and he finally had a good excuse to get me a turntable. Yay! Pictures to come.My little dude was a dream throughout our busy week. He even jumped in the swimming pool all by himself in front of our very eyes. I almost fainted. He’s really into kicking his legs and holding his breath and jumping into our arms but this was new and it scared me to the point where it has kept me up at nights. I guess it’s part of growing up. Shit. That’s scarier, isn’t it?
The Victoria Sponge cake or Sandwich cake has to be one of my favourite ‘white’ cakes ever. My dear friend, Alexia makes one of the best I have tasted. I sorely miss her now she’s living in London but I must admit I miss her baking just the same. My version, which I whipped up last Friday afternoon while Georgie was with his grandparents, was taken from The Great British Book of Baking, a gift from my mum. Excellent but made even better thanks to my sister’s homemade strawberry and blackberry jam.
Georgie, papa and I enjoyed some good times on Friday evening. With friends, we cooked burgers, listened to music and danced before stumbling home a couple of hours later and hearing the news.
20 children shot dead.
How can this happen? What could have been so wrong with this young man and taken him to an elementary school where he killed six and seven year old angels? How can the parents of these children even begin to process this horrible loss? It has sickened me and knocked me sideways. To think that none of us can protect our babies from dangers such as these is a terrifying thought. Realising that monsters do exist is a terrifying thought.