Thursday, 8 January 2015
Good Riddance and Welcome New Beginnings
Christmas 2013 I said “not everything went wrong”. This festive season was no different. The relief that it’s all over is great. If ‘festive’ is companionably sitting and moaning, feeling ill, picking at dried flakes of snot and flicking them off to join dog hair and dust bunnies in the corners of the room and generally stewing in your own phlegm, watching bad TV and reading arse-clenchingly dull books, I can do without it. If ‘festive' means feeling obliged to cook ’special’ meals, all of them elaborate and large, all of them costing the earth and requiring hours of labour and then nobody eats them and the whole lot bar a few forkfuls wanders into the freezers, then I beg to be excused from joining in.
Give me humdrum any day. For a good two weeks we stayed under self-imposed quarantine, neither going out nor letting anyone in. Whenever one of our wonderful neighbours called to walk the dog for us we took Millie to the back door, handed her and her lead over and retreated to a sofa. Actually, once we felt and sounded not completely at death’s door it wasn’t so bad. When others were obliged to attend parties, entertain families and generally pretend to joyously embrace the festive spirit and knacker themselves in the process, we put our feet up. It’s true to say that we lacked the energy to do otherwise but being allowed to recover in peace was wonderful.
Christmas and New Year were wash-outs, which surely means it can only get better from now on? Just look at those snowdrops.
Kelly came to clean up dust bunnies and snot flakes and kind friends came to eat left-overs with us. I’ve started to make inroads into festive letters and emails - why do people who never write at any other time insist on telling you about their whole boring year at Christmas? I’ve made arrangements to bring our Wills up to date, sort through tax receipts, cleared my desk of clutter, reconciled bank statements and may even get round to renewing my passport. Millie is taking me out again although I’m not nearly as keen to walk for miles as her temporary minders were.
Let the good times roll!