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
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