The pre-Christmas rush for me was about sitting in air-conditioned comfort in slow moving traffic, shopping until I dropped, scrubbing the house with a 'toothbrush', and preparing as much food and accessories as possible one week in advance.
Our Christmas day was about eating chocolates in front of television. We watched the Queen's speech, Last night of the Proms and the Edinburgh Military Tattoo. It was also about unwrapping gifts from under the Christmas tree and watching the delighted expressions on the faces of two little old ladies, Mother and Mother-in-law. Though a few of us ate ourselves almost senseless, and I popped the clasps off my trousers there were no family rows, and no seasonal misanthropy. We were actually happy!
Guests from pre-Christmas celebrations, Christmas Dinner and Boxing Day bashes, have now disappeared back into the woodwork for another year, while invitations to a few New Year parties may need to be considered during the next couple of weeks. Birthdays are just a bore and easily ignored. Luckily our friends and those of our neighbours do not appear to be practising alcoholics, noisy yes, but not legless.
With such hot, humid weather I’m in the holiday mood, lethargic and unmotivated, but feel obliged to look after my mother and my beautiful cat, while John is renovating the trailer-Camp-OMatic (fold-out caravan).
Christmas was a success, now bring on 2006.
01/01/06 @ 21:10