A time to relax
Christmas on the Isles of Scilly is a magical time, but its also a time to remember holidays – and people – past
Joan – now not quite as robust as she was at 103, and in our very lovely Park House Residential Home on the Park in Hugh Town. The staff there recently won an award for exceptional caring, which was richly deserved. So now I’m quite at home there too as the family visit constantly. They offered me a job there recently, should the restaurant business go pear-shaped. Of course there are already pear shaped pears in our kitchens.
Our family Christmases alternated between Scilly and Berkshire. One bargain I made when I came to live in the bosom of the farmer’s family would be that Christmas would be with my relatives, sorely missed as they were. What overly high expectations I had of my turn – it all had to be Good Housekeeping perfect, leaving me, like so many others, too tired to enjoy it all. Or indeed, one year, to remember to keep the water topped up around the Christmas pud, allowing it to glue itself to the bottom of the pan in a splendour of splintered glass bowl. I seem to remember cutting the top half off and serving it with an extra large clump of holly.
Have a happy (and relaxed) Christmas.