Well, poppets, all I can think of to write tonight about is that I didn't have to worry about getting the Christmas cake started in time when I was Single because my mother did all the Christmas baking.
I must confess that the last year I was Single, I just stayed in my room writing and convalescing from illness, and my mum did everything. Clean laundry appeared like magic. I was totally spoiled. Boo hoo hoo. And now I have to do everything--except make most dinners because B.A. likes to cook. Wah, sniff.
Okay, so tell Auntie what you are doing on this last Saturday night of the liturgical year, and what you would like for Christmas.