A thoroughly Chesworth Christmas

Well, what a wondrous time it has been.
I am sitting in my little office at work, surrounded by snacks and decorations, and I can’t believe it’s only a week since I last posted on this blogsite. It has been a long, lovely, light-hearted, luminous, overindulgent, joyous few days. Fun, family, food, festivities, farting, feelgood, fabulous!
Even when the government gave us Tier 4 as a Christmas present, it didn’t dampen my enjoyment.
It hasn’t even bothered me that I’ve had to do some work. The big thought in my head, of course, is “I’ll never have to do this again!” It’s my last ever (hopefully) December in supermarket-linked filling-station management and it’s easier to do unpleasant things when you know you’ll never have to do them again.
The lack of family interaction meant a lack of travelling and a lack of packing the car, which was a welcome change and meant we had even more time to enjoy Mathew’s first meaningful Yuletime. (One thing you never think about when planning to become parents is just how much time you spend preparing, and how much you physically have to pack, just to be able to enjoy a day out somewhere!) This year it was all spent at Chez Nous, and it was wonderful.
My big new taste revelation was Bleu D’Auvergne cheese, which I fear I may consume so much of between now and my birthday that I shall end up sweating it through my nails.
My favourite piece of television (not that we watched much) was my first viewing of “Moana” (Disney’s finest film for years) and my favourite moment all told was a 5pm Christmas Day Zoom link with Sophie, Hannah and Nathan. All merry, all stuffed with food, all happy to be together (remotely) and all full of the festive joys.
It’s been relaxed, son-centred and brilliant, and we still have New Year weekend to enjoy, and then its only three weeks til my birthday!
I am, to be frank, a pig in shit.

RC 30-12-20