Well, that’s it for another year.
Maybe you think I’m being a bit previous? I should probably explain that Christmas/Saturnalia/Solstice was celebrated yesterday here at the Manor.
Daughter came for the day bringing only Big Dog. She has two dogs – Big Dog who is, well, big. She’s a very large black hairy lump of pure affection who seems to have a thing for me and I have to spend the visit stroking her head or tickling her tummy. Little Dog just scutters around the place farting a lot but he was left at home for the day.
I was barred from the kitchen. Daughter pointed out that I have to do the cooking every day and she was determined that I was to do nothing but relax. I couldn’t find any points to argue there. So I sat and dozed as Daughter had a fine time clattering around with my pots and pans cooking up a fine roast dinner. She washed up and cleared out the kitchen after which was brilliant.
The one weird moment was when we were exchanging gifts. I must point out that I hadn’t talked about gifts with daughter so neither of us knew what the other was up to. Her present to her mother – a stained glass pendant to hand in the window. My gift to the Missus – a stained glass picture to hang in the window. Weird or what?
So it was a lovely quiet peaceful day. I even abstained from the alcohol for the day as Daughter is On The Dry now for three years [or is it four?]. Not to worry: I made up for it after she left.
Today I’m back to normality, while the rest of the world goes into a frenzy and panic trying to cook a turkey while stopping family members from killing each other.
So I wish you all luck and survival.
And the days are getting longer.
And a Merry Whatsit to you too.
Hah! I hadn’t heard of that one before. Roll on the 32nd and we’ll have a party.
Nollaig shona duit.
Better late than never.
Actually, Christmas is great at our place. We don’t put up a tree so there is nothing to water, clean up, or take down.
We go a couple of blocks down the street to our son and daughter in law’s place. We have dinner there and then watch the grandkids open all their crap; have a couple of drinks and head back home. No mess to clean up, no dishes to do, and we get loaded up with leftovers so dinner for the next couple of nights is covered.
Ho, Ho, Ho and a Merry Christmas to us!