A Christmassy week

Never was I so glad to make it to a weekend as this past week, being so tired it was enough just being alive, but now I have had sleep-ins and can wake up this poor blog.

That turkey was "superb", to borrow a word from one of those who consumed it, even if I do say so myself. I used this lemon and thyme recipe from Donna Hay, and even though I couldn't find an actual turkey breast, but just a "turkey breast roast" (which I discovered is only 75% turkey, which begs a question of the other 25%) it turned out really well (one doesn't need 150 gms of butter though - that is the stuff of cardiac arrests - I used about 60 gm and that was plenty). We had a very pleasant evening for one final connect group hurrah.

Last night was Carols under the Bridge, organised by my church. It was fantastic evening, with thousands of people coming along, excellent music, a wonder-full message from Paul Dale, called "The Wonder of God With Us", centred on Matthew 1:23, "... they will call him Immanuel (which means God with us)". We are gifted with a lot of skilled people in my church, because logistically this is a huge event, but it was perfect.

And since I have mentioned carols, I have been giving out crochet stars in abundance. That idea kind of spiralled out of control. After deciding on making one for everyone in my team, our manager then asked the verifiers to our Christmas lunch, so I thought I'd better make them one too (and they deserve stars, because they do very boring things, and don't get insanity money for it), and the operations manager came too, so then I thought I couldn't give him one and leave out the commercial manager ... and you know how these things go ... I have lost count of the crochet stars! But the response has been somewhat overwhelming. I might have even blushed once or twice. I left one on one fellows desk and he then came and found me at my desk and kissed me on the forehead, and told me that was a very nice thought at this time of year, the commercial manager came and found me in the kitchen upstairs and told me it was very special and that in all the years he's worked at the company never has an editor given him a Christmas card, because we are supposed to hate him, and so it went on ... And what surprised me was the comments on the "card".

Here is how I packaged them, in a gold and silver version, and I just scrawled a little note in black pen on the space at the top of the envelope.

If you don't recognise the verse I have written there, here is Sarah McLachlan singing it. (I've done that thing where you kind of take something out of a "salvation history" context, but it's not the bible, and I think I get away with it.) I love how she arranges this, and I would like to be able to play this on guitar.

Apologies if this blog keeps on fizzing out for the rest of the year. I am on leave from Thursday (our office close down is a full two weeks this year), and don't think I will take my computer away with me, because it is heavy, and I have presents for little people that simply must be squeezed into my suitcase. So there might not be much to see here until the new year.