Bear's Bad Day

I had a bad day yesterday.  I ended up staying up far too late, getting ridiculously drunk and listening to Anastacia.  At least I had the sense to stay away from the internet, apart from listening to Anastacia, of course.

Today has been fine, for me.  I woke up without a hangover which, to be honest, was a miracle.  Tesco delivered everything for the last grocery shop before Christmas and then we went to pick up a few extra bits from Aldi and were in and out in fifteen minutes - and that included the queue at the till.  To be fair, dinner tonight was along the lines of 'another cauliflower, another fail' and I think I'm just going to have to give up on cauliflowers.  I was trying to roast it with garlic and cumin but it smelled like something from the depths of an unsavoury canal so I abandoned it.

The kitchen looks ridiculously full.  I mean, it's so full that even the overflow areas have overflowed.  The fridge is the most full it's ever been.  I'm surprised I can shut the door.  I got particularly random when it came to the Christmas pudding, so while we have the gluten free Christmas pudding we also have custard, hard sauce, brandy butter, cream, lacto free cream and spray cream.  It's okay.  I can use up any excess with apple and mincemeat crumble.

Bear has had a bad day.  He has been hanging out with his pal, and managed to hurt his foot playing football.  Then he spilled water over his duvet and a sort of quilted thing that used to belong to father.  At least his mattress stayed dry.  And then he fell out with his pal and has been distraught.  I suspect too much sugar and too near to Christmas hasn't helped.   I'm offering a sympathetic ear though I suspect it was mainly bear's fault. 

I've bunged the quilted thing in the washer.  I'm trying to remember if I tumble dried it last time I washed it.  Father brought it with him.  It's a sort of very flat, maroon, quilted sleeping bag.  It looks so old it was probably first washed in a copper, some time before the War.  I'm not sure which war, either.  The label is so faded that I have no idea what's in it.  Bear loves snuggling in it.  I am considering getting rid of bear's duvet.  It's several years old and as flat as a sheet.  It's only a single so it would fit in my washer, but it wasn't expensive when I first got it so I'm not sure whether it would be worth trying.

Off to give bear another hug.  Hope everyone is having a really good run up to Christmas.