We're having turkey stew for dinner. There was a LOT fo turkey in the fridge after the Christmas dinner - even seven people, well six and a half if you count the eight-year-old as half - didn't leave much of a dent in a 19-pound bird. We'll be Under the Sign of Turkey for a while chex Deckert.
In other food-and-Christmas-related news, sort of, I've been following that idiot cat of mine around watching him very carefully - somehow, in the few moments that I wasn't hovering over him like a mother hen, Boboko managed to eat almost half of one of those ribbon clusters you stick on presents - a bright blue one, which he has now been sicking up in little hidden corners yesterday evening making me contemplate taking him in to the vet for a colonic lavage or something. There's more than one way to teach a cat new tricks. I WISH he wouldn't behave like a somewhat simple three-year-old, though, with everything in creation being deemed suitable to munch on...
Forecast for wet and windy tomorrow. Still no photography. *Sigh*.
Back to my book, now, until dinner is ready...
