Wednesday, November 28, 2012

I'm dreaming of a hot Christmas!


Last weekend was unofficial Christmas weekend at the ‘teacher flats’. As most people will be away for actual Christmas we decided to have ours a month early. When it is 28 degrees outside and the shops are not blaring out Christmas music it is quite difficult to get in a Christmasy mood but by the end of the weekend I think we all felt like we were getting there.

The week before we all watched Christmas films as if we were watching rubbish TV the week before Christmas. Unfortunately we couldn’t recreate the Strictly Come Dancing so it didn’t feel like the real lead up to Christmas.

On the Saturday night we had a ‘Christmas Eve’ party on the roof of the flats with Mosquitoes doing the nipping not Jack Frost! Mulled wine was replaced by fresh fruit cocktails but the cheesy Christmas tunes and even a Santa hat made it festive.

Sunday was Christmas day which was a real flats family affair. There were 15 of us for Christmas dinner. Each flat had there own part of the meal to cook. Flat 3 (my flat!) cooked the roast potatoes and stuffing, not quite like Mum’s! Considering we are in Tanzania most of the important parts were there, just the parsnips that were missing.



Even Santa knew we were celebrating a month earlier. He had delivered presents for everyone (Secret Santa buying is even more difficult when the choice is very limited).  We had very own Queen’s speech and of course the Christmas afternoon games.




I had made a Christmas cake that we were all too full for on the day (like in the Durrant house!) even though we had room for chocolate brownies and sweets. Christmas left overs have been great this week and no turkey sandwiches!

Unfortunately ‘fake Boxing day’ is not a no school day!

We are all now on major count down to real Christmas! We are doing our Christmas play at school this week so it really is starting to feel like Christmas. The tea towels and tinsel are out!

Only 7 more days of school until my month holiday and just over 3 weeks until Mum and Dad come out to visit. Yipee!

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