It’s the end of January so I thought we’d just sit down together and have a wee catch up over a cuppa, well a virtual one anyway. January always seems a funny month, it looms up as this big new year life-changing event then whizzes by in the blink of an eye.
We had some lovely sunsets, which doesn’t really fit with all the snowy pix but all part and parcel of life here on Walton’s Mountain so couldn’t resist sharing them.
I must admit I went into January with a whole clear up mess on my hands. You know how you get that urge to do a clear out and tidy up of all that crap you keep at about this time of year? Well mine was brought about by the fact that we had a guest coming at Christmas and this meant I’d have to clear out the dining-room of all my food photography bumff so we could be all civilised and not just eat in the kitchen. I literally chucked all the crockery, pots, pans, backdrops, table-ware et al out into HQ with the view of ‘I’ll sort that out in the New Year’. Don’t you love that phrase, it’s as if the New Year is some far off mystical date where everything will suddenly become right in the world, not just a date two weeks hence.
Anyway HQ ended up looking like one of those garage images you see on TV when the guy rolls up the garage door and 100 years of crap falls out all over him. You get the picture, HQ was now a mess of ‘stuff’ but, hey the dining-room was now usable.
Christmas and New Year went well, all entertaining done, too much food and drink consumed etc, you know the usual festive thing. We forced the poor cat to wear a Christmas cat and nearly lost a hand in the process, but don’t she look cute!
Anyway January dons as it is wont to do and after a few days I venture forth into HQ to put some of the decorations away. Now of course I had forgotten the mess in there. I then had to spend almost 4 days going through all the crap (no, no it’s all SO important and I just have to keep this, that and the next plate, pot, other vintage implement) and lots of trips to the recycling unit and tip. You could now almost get into HQ with a clear path to the ladder up to storage loft. I was feeling rather pleased with myself.
There was much snow but only for a few days and nothing like the poor folks over in New York etc got. But our snow as usual was very pretty and so lovely to walk in and wander around with the camera. I adore that scrunch of walking on lovely fresh snow and the tingle in the air.
I was looking after a neighbour’s horses over Christmas which was fun but hard going fitting everything in on Christmas day, especially when our guest arrived 2 1/2 hours early and yours truly was caught well and truly on the hop. I now remember why I gave up keeping horses of my own all those years ago. Fine doing them now and then but my days of none stop every day horsing are l o n g gone.
This month has been all about writing one way or another. I’m writing regularly for Chefs At School and doing their social media and also writing my first novel. This is something of a departure from writing cook books and I adore doing it, but have to say it is hard going making yourself knuckle under at the computer every morning trying to envisage summer sunshine when it is blowing a gale outside/pouring with rain/3 feet deep in snow. Imagination must be rekindled at regular intervals with tea and coffee. Trying to cut down on the bikkies as January just makes you do that kind of thing in valiant hope that some pounds will miraculously vanish from the festively enhanced waistline.
Idgy has just done her English prelim and passed with flying colours, Manni the cat has been spayed (oh we couldn’t live with the howling of over-sexed cat every month, I believe they refer to this as ‘calling’, I think Manni was looking for a feline suitor in the next county with the noise she was making) and the dining-room is fast filling up with crap again, only slightly less due to all the trips to the tip.
Life goes on and February coming up fast.
Hope your first month of the year has gone well.