We’ve had a quiet Christmas which was just as we’d planned.
I got up early on Christmas Eve, posted a blog, went to the gym, did a workout,
picked up some last minute bits from Asda and then went to Sue’s for a quick
cup of tea. I was disappointed when I
eventually got back to the flat to find Phil stretched on the sofa, un-showered
and still in his pyjamas. We agreed we’d
have a walk along the canal and go to the Gifford for lunch but by the time
Phil had got washed and dressed, we’d both polished off a plate of sausage
rolls and weren’t hungry. Also it was
raining quite hard, so that rather scarpered any plans for a walk. There was nothing else left to do bar
watching movies and stuffing ourselves silly with chocolate. Not an unpleasant way to spend Christmas Eve
I’d think you’d agree.
In the evening I was going to ask Maurice, the neighbour
below us, up to join us for festive drinks and nibbles but when I checked out
of the window I saw his car had disappeared.
Maurice works all shifts and I knew he was on an early shift because he’d
awoken me when he banged his door when he set off to work. I’d seen him come home but obviously he’d gone
out again. A shame but hopefully we can
catch up with him at New Year.
We were awake quite early on
Christmas Day but decided to laze in bed and read our books. Phil & I don’t really do presents because
we prefer to spend the money on a holiday so I was very surprised when Phil
handed me a card and a present when I took my tea to bed. He’d brought me a Kindle Paperwhite which is
a Kindle with a built in light. This
will come in very handy because quite often I read with a torch under the quilt
cover if I wake up early. The Kindle Paperwhite
has a touch screen which took me a while to get used to but already I am
hooked. Luckily I had got Phil a couple
of gifts; not much, just some new headphones and a travel guide for Vietnam,
Cambodia and Laos which he was pleased with.
I must have been a good girl this
year because Santa brought me lots of wonderful gifts; I got a lovely green
glass vase, electronic salt and pepper mills complete with batteries and the
finest salt and pepper granules, new shoes, a rather posh Bradley wash bag, a
bottle of balsamic vinegar, mascara from the body shop, chocolate, socks, a cardigan
and a complete set of Elemis toiletries.
Not to mention an envelope full of cash from mum and dad. Of course it’s far more than I deserve but I
am very thankful and grateful. Phil also
did very well this year but I shall let him tell you about his gifts.
Despite being up quite early on
Christmas Day we were behind schedule in our festive preparations. The reason being, the landline wouldn’t stop
ringing and the same with the mobiles and there was also Facebook messages and
emails to answer. I mustn’t complain
because it’s kinda nice to know that friends and family are thinking about
you. I was finally up and dressed by
11am; Phil opted to stay in his pyjamas but I mustn’t publicly scold him
because he did all of our Christmas lunch single handed.
We were expecting Harriet at 12pm
but she actually got to the flat just after 11am. This was fine, I was in the midst of ironing
and Phil was preparing the veggies but Harriet hadn’t been here 5 minutes when
she realised she’d forgotten her presents.
She had to go back to her flat but this was fine because it gave me a
chance to finish my pressing and put the ironing board away. When Harriet returned we did presents with a
glass of Cava, watched the last episode of ‘Only Fools & Horses’ and sat
down to lunch at quarter past one.
I’d brought a breast of Turkey from
M&S for lunch which was okay but I wished we had opted to have chicken
instead. After lunch I cleared away
whilst HH and Phil watched some crap on the telly. I guess Harriet left around 2 o’clock. She’d been out on the lash the night before
and was feeling very hung-over. All she
wanted to do was go home and slob her in her new Onesie which was okay by
us. As I waved goodbye to Harriet the
neighbour directly across came out to wish me a merry Christmas. This was nice especially as this is meant to
be the season of peace and goodwill and all that. And actually I hadn’t actually spoken to this
particular neighbour. The neighbour who
very friendly, I think she’d been at the sherry, actually she had because she
told me as much. The rest of Christmas
Day was spent eating, drinking, watching TV and feigning to be merry.
On Boxing Day we drove down to
see mum and dad at Melton. We got there for just after 10 as we wanted to be
early so we could help prepare the lunch.
Unfortunately we were too late and mum had done all the veggies and had
already starting the cooking. We had a
lovely meal, prawn cocktail to start, roast beef for the main and homemade
apple and raspberry pie and custard. Because mum had gone to so much effort Phil
& I felt obliged to eat everything on our plates which resulting feeling
stuffed and very uncomfortable afterwards. Phil did the washing up, I dried and
mum put away. We left Melton at half
three and like the other day, there was a hold up on the M1 so once again we
had to get off at Northampton and drive home the back way.
I picked up Sue @ 6pm and brought
her back to the flat. Sue had a lovely
family Christmas with Matt, Nicola and the kids on Christmas Day. She spent
Boxing Day with her dad and was ready for a chill out and a glass of red when
she came to ours. Brian had sent some wine from his vineyard over with Sue
which was very kind. Actually he doesn’t
own the vineyard but he has shares in it.
Phil said the white wine was very nice.
The plan was to have a quiet catch up without caning it, but I think we
did 5 bottles between the 3 of us, so much for a quiet one!
Phil was suffering yesterday
morning and Sue sent a text to say that she felt like crap but I think with Sue
it was tiredness more than a hangover. I
didn’t feel too bad and after chores made it to the gym for a run. I will to confess the body felt very sluggish
but I persevered and managed an hour on the treadmill. Not bad for an old girl. When I got back to
the flat Phil did us lunch, creamy mash potato with cold meat and pickles. It was delicious. As I was washing up and gazing out of the
window I noticed that our shed door was open.
Straight away I thought we had been burgled and sure enough, when I went
down to the garden, I could see that someone had levied off the bracket. What
bastards was my initial thought. I called Phil down to inspect but we don’t
think anything had been taken.
Thankfully most of our expensive tools are kept either at the caravan or
are being stored in Sue’s garage.
Well Christmas is over thank
goodness, we’ve just to get over the New Year and then the holidays will be
over. Our Christmas has been okay and I
don’t mean to sound like a Bar Humbug but next year we are definitely going
away to the sunshine. I don’t mind if we have to pay extra because of the time of year, Christmas at home is boring and
the over indulgence is obscene. If don’t
care if I never see a mince pie, or a sausage roll, and don’t even go there
with chocolate. Never will be too soon for me.
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