Well,
here we are – back at home, on The Other Side Of The Madness; in that strange
little lost world of limbo between Dec 26th and 31st,
that I like to call ‘Christmas, Part 3’ and which the commercial world has
started calling “Betwixtmas”.
We
had an amazing time at our cute little holiday cottage. All the Chesworth
siblings together in the countryside, indulging in a magical little world of escapism
that we created ourselves. Toys a-plenty for Mathew, food a-plenty for
everyone, and drinks a-plenty, a-plenty, if that makes sense. Champagne for Christmas
Day, a bottle of port for Boxing Day, and litres of wine and gin for everything
else. Turkey, trimmings and tinsel; crackers, cheese and chocolates; puddings,
pickles and peanuts. So many sprouts it was sickening, and so much stuffing it
was stifling. Mince pies, macadamias, Milk Tray; pigs in blankets and Pringles.
Gateaux, roulade, Viennetta. Our combined
weight gain over the past few days is probably 70 kilograms. It was the
Christmas we never had as children, and the Christmas we were denied last year.
We more than made up for lost time and I am more than overflowing with
happiness. If family love was a Spinal Tap amp, then my dial would be firmly at
11.
God,
I love Christmas.
RC 29-12-21
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