Put up your hand if you’ve been drinking too much

27 Dec

Last Christmas Day, by which I mean the one before the one we had the other day, while the mister was in emergency getting my grandfather’s broken ribs seen to, I dished up the home made tartufo.

My dad peered into the mister’s mother’s bowl and said, What’s that? He was pointing at a Haigh’s truffle. Cupofcino or shiraz, I can no longer be sure which. The truffle was on the side, because the day before the day before the Christmas before the one we’ve just had, tartufo still seemed like a good idea, but an idea for which I did not quite have time. So I made the ice cream and decided to serve it in scoops rather than balls, and with truffle on the side, instead of in the middle.

An excellent plan which resulted in a mighty fine dessert. Except…

My dad, removing his face from the mister’s mother’s bowl said, ‘Where’s mine?’

‘I didn’t give you one,’ said I.

‘Why not?’

At times like this, people will know when you are not telling the truth, and so I did not even try to lie.

‘I thought it was wasted on your tongue, dulled as it is by this savage chemotherapy you’ve been enduring, but nonetheless cooked Christmas lunch through.’

‘And you also thought that I wouldn’t notice that I didn’t get one?’

The mister’s mother was shocked. But my Dad and I, thinking of my mother who was once caught hiding mandarins from her own children, laughed until our tummies hurt.

And when we got into bed that night I said to the mister, It’s going to be a hard year. And so it has. Topped off with a fairly ordinary couple of weeks I have to say.

But it was pretty ace being tapped excitedly on the arm at 6.45 and woken with the words ‘mum, mum, he came, can we open one yet, please can we…mum, mum, it’s light sabres…’. And because I’m a bit ambivalent to this whole Santa Claus thing, the best presents were clearly labelled ‘Love from Mum and Dad’. mp3 players (I know, kids these days) pre-loaded with a bunch of songs I thought they might like.

Of course, it has introduced a whole new argument to our family life. ‘Youngest Boy, I know you totally love Wipeout, but you have to have the volume at fifteen or less’. But what’s life without family arguments?

I’d better go. If the mister gets home and finds me blogging, I’m in fifteen kinds of trouble. There’s a lot to do round here.,

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13 Responses to “Put up your hand if you’ve been drinking too much”

  1. Stomper Girl December 27, 2008 at 5:45 am #

    Happy Christmas Thirdcat. 6.45am is positively civilised.

  2. ThirdCat December 27, 2008 at 5:58 am #

    Yes, I was most impressed!

  3. blackbird December 27, 2008 at 2:31 pm #

    (Raising my hand.)

    Goodbye to ’08.

  4. Helen December 27, 2008 at 10:20 pm #

    Happy Christmas Thirdcat!
    I’m not in holiday mode yet. Like you, too much to do.

  5. genevieve December 28, 2008 at 6:21 am #

    and like you, too much drinking (for the waistline, mainly). Fun, fun, fun.
    The tartufo sounds like a wonderful idea. Can Haz Recipe?

  6. kim at allconsuming December 28, 2008 at 1:17 pm #

    Handsawaving over here.

    I was just saying to a friend today that I have drunk more alcohol in the last four days than I have in the last two years.

    It has been so.much.fun. after a very gruelling year indeed.

  7. meli December 28, 2008 at 9:22 pm #

    happy christmas! sounds like a good one.

    and tartufo! my absolute favourite. how do you make it?

  8. Kirsty December 29, 2008 at 9:18 am #

    Aye! And it won’t stop till after new year.

  9. Deborah December 30, 2008 at 5:57 pm #

    It was 6.05am at our house when we heard the first sounds of unwrapping, but they didn’t get us up until about 6.30am, by which stage our eldest had made us coffee.

    A belated Merry Christmas, and may 2009 be a better year.

  10. Pen December 31, 2008 at 6:21 am #

    Tartufo sounds brilliant. Yes to truffles.

    The husband and I (as usual on Christmas morning) were awake at 6.30 am listening to the Noodle snoring and contemplating whether or not we should give him a shove out of bed so we could have fun watching him open his presents.

  11. meggie January 1, 2009 at 8:20 am #

    Goodies are wished for your 2009.

  12. Isabelle January 2, 2009 at 10:16 am #

    We have too many chocolates in this house. And no grown-up son here to eat them.

    Have a happier 2009.

  13. suse January 3, 2009 at 2:26 am #

    What did you say to the mister as you climbed into bed on Christmas night this year?

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