Mothering Sunday

After a super hectic trip to see friends and become God parents to two adorable little munchkins I am battling through a mountain of laundry whilst dragging myself through an awful cold. The service was good and the Christening shawls were well received; who am I kidding? My friend went completely potty over them and loves them to bits which is a huge relief. They have now been packed away carefully for the little ones to keep along with their St. Christophers. We helped to blow up the helium filled balloons and believe when I say I am not a fan of balloons because of the loud bang when they burst, Unfortunately we filled them up the day before so the day of the Christening they were weird hovering blimps that floated through the room but the children all had a lot of fun wth them so it all ended well. After only a year and a half since I moved up here I noticed that my old stomping ground looked a little strange to me and when we were driving back there were certain points in the journey that triggered excitement at being home.

Now we are back home we have to prepare for the next event as such. Mothering Sunday always used to involve a trip to the local market the day before and buying large bunches of flowers to make my own bouquet to give but now we only have my OH's mum (soon to be Mother in Law...eep!) and they live too far away for a visit on the day so I have ordered a rose bush for the garden because it will last longer than a bouquet and I know she likes to have fragrant roses in the garden.

In all the stress of my youngest going away for the week I made three demi-johns full each of mead, red grape wine and apple wine and I have been so surprised that they have all been bubbling away (showing signs of fermentation) even when the heating was much lower when we were away although it does sound a bit like a dripping tap so it is driving me a little bit crazy. The pea pod wine I made last July was opened when we arrived home and it was much nicer than we had hoped. Yay! Home brewing success. I admit that my resolve has weakened and there may be a couple of brambletinis in my very near future. Several people have expressed a desire to try my home made liqueurs so I am making them ready to be served in different ways at the wedding. Yay!


Hugs from Haggis Land,

J x