Did you have a good Christmas? ‘Quiet’ is the usual, required answer, isn’t it? But mine was anything but… Christmas Day (and Boxing Day and the day after…) was punctuated by my mum’s loud sneezing, nose blowing, coughing and yanking of tissues from a box.
And now she’s toddled off home, feeling much better and I’ve got a tickly throat and a headache… NOOO! I am trying First Defence to ward off the terrible lurgie before New Year. I’ll let you know if it works.
On Christmas Day itself I almost experienced an Emma-Thompson-in-Love-Actually moment.
If you’ve seen the film (we watch it every Christmas but we do have to fast-forward over the excruciating scenes with Liam Neeson’s stepson), you will, no doubt, remember when Emma Thompson’s character Karen finds a gold necklace in her husband’s coat pocket and assumes it’s a Christmas present for her (but on the day, she gets a Joni Mitchell CD instead, the gold necklace being for the evil husband’s lover!).
Well, a few weeks ago, I casually mentioned to my OH that I could do with a new rainproof jacket and, as if by magic, a big box arrived in the post one day and before he could whisk it away, I spotted the label ‘SeaSalt’on the side. Lovely jubbly, I thought.
But on Christmas morning, we exchanged presents and I’d finally opened everything from him and there was no jacket! Who, I thought, had he bought it for?
I was really disappointed (and, er, slightly worried of course, that he might have another rainproof-jacket-wearing woman on the side). But then he uttered the immortal words, “Oh and there is something else….” and the big box was produced (from another room! Sneeky) and here is my jacket! (erm, I’ve just spotted that it’s now half price in their sale! Eek. Don’t tell him).
Someone on Twitter posted a photo of all the books they’d had for Christmas. Honestly, there were tons! It was about a year’s worth!
I only had one, which I think reflects the extent of my reading. It is shameful! I set myself a target on Goodreads this year, of 20 books. I think I might just manage it. I’m on number 19 (Lethal White by Robert Galbraith. Good but very long!) and then I have a little one that I might just be able to sneak in before the end of the year but one of my resolutions is definitely to read more in 2019.
And finally, remember in my last post, I urged us all to ‘let go of perfect’?
Well, my sister-in-law (who doesn’t read this blog, as far as I know…) certainly did, bless her.
We went to my brother’s on Boxing Day and our dog, Bonnie, disappeared for a few minutes, only to return (from upstairs!) with a bread roll in her mouth. It had clearly been retrieved from under a bed or behind a radiator, or somewhere because it was rock hard, probably weeks, (if not months!), old and therefore, inedible! (even for a dog!)
Happy New Year (in advance!)