It’s the same every year.
Now we don’t “do” Christmas here at the Manor. There is none of that turkey dinner nonsense, simply because neither of us is particularly fond of turkey. The decorations are up but only because I never took them down last year. All I have to do is flick a switch and the decorations are back up again. Genius!
But there are things that still have to be done whether I like it or not. For example, every year people insist on sending us cards. So I suppose it’s only fair to send cards back. I had to spend last night writing out a moxy load of the damn things and have to post them today.
And my medications are due today. That’s normal enough but Herself’s prescription is due on Christmas Day itself, and presumably the chemist will be closed, so I have to persuade them to give me all her load today as well.
Herself has this strange idea that all the Grandkids have to have presents, so that involves tons of on-line shopping and being woken in the early hours of the morning by the postman. And of course all those presents have to be wrapped and labelled which is another bothersome task.
In the meantime the fridge and the freezers are full and she has placed another grocery order on-line which is due to be delivered in a couple of days. I honestly don’t know where all the new stuff is going to fit. It’s probably a case of throwing out perfectly good food just to make room for food we may or may not eat. As far as I am concerned, if I have enough tea, baccy and whiskey I don’t give a shite what food there is around.
I’ll be very glad when all this is over.