*sigh*
Christmas has been great this year and I’m still enjoying leave from work at the moment. I appear to have become really good at this relaxing lark and it will be a struggle to get back to work tomorrow.
At the beginning of Christmas week I was still Christmas shopping – frustrated by internet orders that hadn’t arrived and found shops completely frantic. Apparently no brown paper was to be found in central Oxford and in this mentally weakened state I made a pact with Felix that I would do all my Christmas shopping next August and spend all of December drinking mulled wine, putting up Christmas decorations and knitting, (and laughing at others who haven’t had this idea, mwah-ha-ha…)
Then Christmas spirit got me – the bluestockings christmas tea party got me feeling festive with mulled wine and mince pies. I invested in some new decorations* for my golden twigs (it apparently is a bird themed Christmas), went to see Kate Rusby’s Christmas Show which was lovely and her Christmas album has had me singing along with gusto while I wrapped presents. And I got practically everything done in time – no Christmas cards were sent this year but I did manage to deliver all handmade presents on time. (My “vouchers” for presents that haven’t quite materialised are stuff of family legend).
Christmas day itself past in a very nice blur, spend morning with Nan and then opening presents, drinking pink cava and finally cooking dinner with my sister for mum. (When I say cooked, I “helped” but H did most of the work).
Since then days have been filled with reading, walking, knitting, catching up with friends, watching TV (there was a bit of a James McAvoy theme to the films we watched but I loved Narnia and Starter for Ten is a firm favourite). Very peaceful. I always like a bit of a hibernate at Christmas and this was no exception.
*I am a Christmas decoration junkie. I think I’m addicted to sparkly, glittery tree bling. It is my inner magpie.
