Tomorrow. I WILL bake tomorrow. Yes. You guessed right. I have yet to start baking and time is running out. But I WILL start tomorrow, and you will get to see a photo just to prove I actually have homemade biscuits in tins. I am quite sure you are all eagerly awaiting the unveiling of said photo.
That should get me moving.
Procrastination is my middle name.
So the UK has ground to a halt again with snow. I heard a very interesting man on Sky News yesterday. He was a solar expert, I think, and he was talking about how it is the sun which is causing the dire weather, or things happening to the sun, and that he and other solar people have been giving long range forecasts of the snow etc well in advance to meteorologists, who choose not to actually say " 10 inches of snow". They say "some snow" until the snow is actually falling, which means that there is no time for councils etc to get ready, or for the general public to realise that the snow will not be a thin scattering either. The cheerful news is that he said that the snow will fall heavily throughout January.
I wish I could remember his name. I want to know more. I may need to read up on the Eskimo lifestyle.
(I have just opened my recipe book at the peanut butter crinkles page....see? I mean business....)
One of my friends has fallen in the snow and broken a bone in her foot. Remember last Christmas when my friend Glynis slipped and fell and broke her wrist? She has announced that she is not leaving the house unaccompanied while the ground is treacherous. And who could blame her. It took half the year to heal.
So I am very careful in any snow. Proper snowboots help for a start. The ones with treads like a tractor. Elegant they are not, but who cares. I have no intention of falling this year. Instead, I am going to go and sit next to the Christmas tree with all its twinkling lights, and curl up with a book.
My recipe book. There is some planning to be done here.......