Christmas Kitchen Bingo, battered blossoms and a Happy #2019 to you!

I knew things weren’t quite as they should be the moment it happened. ‘Won’t be a minute,’ I trilled through the kitchen door, on the other side of which the Gremlin stood patiently waiting, shopping bags and car keys in hand. ‘Just putting on my socks and boots.’ Only then remembering my socks had actually…