Friday, 24 December 2010
Here's not the place to come if you're looking for pictures of Advent candles or memories of each Christmas decoration hanging from a twinkly tree. Or stories of parcels posted on time and Christmas cards lovingly sent. Of chocolate brownies baked or home-made goodies in the fridge. Of everything ready.
A bout of flu (which I miraculously seem to have escaped - but give me time, and I'm sure I'll catch up) has kept us confined to the house; instead of the beautific week of treats, Christmas crafts, and little trips I expected, there has been much staring at the television, tiredness and bad temper.
I'm trying hard to come up with the Christmas spirit. I've got scented candles, Benjamin Britten, and a box of mince pies. (Yes, I did say a box. I didn't make my own. Don't look at me like that.)
Crossing fingers, everyone seems to be over the worst. So all that remains to be done is to swipe Santa's sherry and mince pie, catch up with wrapping, and wish you all a very Happy Christmas.