InTheSpiritOfThingsYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. I may not be Nigel Lawson, but I certain can cook up the occasional good meal. On Sunday we had our ex-housemates/Durbanite role-players christmas party - with Kait invited along since I wanted to have my Bu with me on at least one festive occasion this Christmas. The preparations started on Saturday with Alex and I meeting in Wimbledon and havig a big shoppathon in the local Safeways. I then went back to their place and made the trifle and stuffing. Alex went out and came back with the biggest monster of a turkey I have ever seen. It was 9 kilo's and frozen solid. The instruction on the bottom of the thing kindly explained that it would take 48 hours for it to thaw if just left to stand, so when I left Alex and Michelle were left with the joy of having to put it in a warm bath overnight. The next day, exhausted and hungover (too little sleep, too much white wine, not a bad night) inbetween the farce that attempting to role-play was (I wasn't the only one in a state of sufferance) the preparations continued. Fortunately I had a bit of help, but trust me, trying to clean, stuff, truss, foil and, oh gods, the real nightmare mainly revolving around hot oil and shallow roasting pans, turn nine kilos of Turkey (yes, with a capital 'T') was no mean feat. But it all went off well, everything was ready at more or less the same time, all cooked perfectly. The wine was excellence, the trifle was good, the turkey, was indeed, worth the weight. I left the evening with a fuzzy warmth deep in my heart that can only be called 'crimbo' (well, that or '3 glasses of red wine'). 'Crimbo' however, has departed my heart once more, as I have discovered today that my travel agent screwed up my ticket. I paid for a one year open return with an unfixed return date, however the idiot throught he's booked me a one year fixed return with one free change of date, so he fixed my return and it's now going to cost me R800 to change my return date (which is set for the 20th of January, meaning that next month is going to be a broke month once more...) I sent the travel agents a very snotty email asking that they reimburse me for this cost, seeing as it was their fault. I don't expect to get the money, what I do expect however is that I'll now have somewhere to vent every time I'm in a bad mood for the next 3 months. They're soooo going to hate me by the time I'm done... Merry Christmas! :-D |