The last post of 2013

Another year is nearly over, the animals have had their last feed, the dogs their last walk where we came face to face with a lone deer we were on the road it was in the woods walking parallel to us before it decided to run in our direction. Not sure who was more startled him or the dogs as they all looked at each other for a split second before he shot of down the field, only hope he doesn't run into the hunt who will probably be out tomorrow being a Wednesday and holiday.

Our New years Eve meal is prepared, snails in garlic, fillet of beef with fondant potato, mushrooms and spinach with citrus pannacotta with blackberries frozen from the Autumn for dessert. Oh, and of course a nice bottle of wine with champagne in the fridge to toast 2014 in. We are staying in, just the two of us with smelly dogs who seem to be suffering with over indulgence of tip bits - they finished the turkey up and the TV in front of the wood burner.

I wont be making any New Year resolutions, instead goals these being:

* Using my time more wisely.
* Having a productive well kept veggie patch.
* Moving on from crochet squares to other bits of crocheted items (not sure what yet)
* Learning to weave
* Be a bit more crafty in the textile way felting, knitting and spinning (and crochet & weaving)
* Make my textile crafts useful (something i can wear outside the house??)
* Be tidier
* Rediscover my Delia Smith cookery books and maybe get rid of the ones collecting dust.

Happy New Year, may it bring you a healthy one.

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