Happy New Year. Yes I know I am a couple of weeks late and several months behind in my posts – life has a habit of creeping up on me, so this year with that in mind I have decided to get things done as I am usually the goddess of the last minute. Sadly I have passed this on to my daughter, she stands no chance really as her dad is the god of the last minute -poor girl.
We had a fun but quiet Christmas if that isn’t a contradiction in terms. We usually try to do something different for Christmas Day, this year it was spread over 3 days, starting on Christmas Eve with a night out at out favourite curry house, surprizingly we were the only ones still in there at 9pm. We did get invited to a muslim wedding the next day and were very tempted, sadly we decline the invite as it would have upset our plans.
Christmas Eve finished off with the traditional visit by husband dearest and our three children to midnight mass, whilst I stayed at home to welcome the man in the red suit with mince pies and a glass of something warming to savour whilst we discussed his bill and I paid it!
We are always woken by our youngest son, this year it was later than before as he is growing up and likes his sleep a bit more. The excitement is tangible, giggles and the sound of ripping paper can be heard all over the house. Breakfast is never a problem any other day in the year but Christmas morning the children never seem to want to eat – they bounce in their seats whilst eating a really strange sight to witness. This year they had been warned that the expectations may not be realised but they still had piles of gifts. (I had wrapped things individually rather than just the outer boxes this year to make it look like they had more).
Christmas lunch was interesting – we had a barbeque in the snow. This is the first year in a long, long time that we have had snow at Christmas in our part of the world, so the Christmas card scenes matched the actual weather. Husband dearest was, as always, in charge of the cave man bit i.e. cooking the food, we all stood in the cold to support him and sang, no that should be massacred a few Christmas carols. I had suggested a blanket laid on the snow to sit and eat but was quickly shouted down so we all returned in doors to eat. The rest of the afternoon was spent playing with assorted gifts, reading books etc before the inevitable happened and the TV was switched on!
Boxing Day was more like a traditional Christmas Day, without the stress as the roast lunch could happen when it happened, rather than being a a strict timetable, so much more civilised.
New Year was spent in Dover with our friends and our daughters boyfriends parents. We had a plentiful supply of both food and drink. We enjoyed fireworks whilst listening to bagpipes played excellently by the boyfriend, we watched chinese lanterns float over the sky towards France, when some bright spark suggested they could make quite good delivery mechanisms of the non destructive, non violent, variety, by carrying effluent which would then be dropped when the flame had died – lovely! Mess right on your head yukk.
The festive period sadly ended, as I had thoroughly enjoyed it for the first time this year for a very long time, when our daughter was taken back to Cambridge for the start of her next term at university, our youngest son returned to school and our eldest went back to work after a month at home, (he had saved all his holiday up so he could have the time off to watch the cricket Ashes in Australia). And husband dearest actually left the house to work rather than working everyday over Christmas and New Year from our bedroom/his office.