‘Christmas an anti climax?’
After a huge Christmas dinner, it has been decided (the same as every year) that I MUST go on a diet in the New Year. In fact this always becomes a resolution that doesn’t take long for me to rebel against. One of my Christmas presents was a pair of snow boots! What a coincidence that I was writing about slipping and sliding in the snow only the other day! Of course the snow is now melting………..
I don’t believe it (said in a slightly slurred Victor Meldrew voice) who? see above. Someone who shall remain nameless bought me the ‘Mr Darcy Vampire’ book! Now I shall have to read it when I’ve finished ‘Branwell Bronte’s Barber’s tale’ by Chris Firth, which is going down very well with me and which I’m nearly halfway through. But at the moment 8PM Christmas day when I’m writing this, I am recycling all the leftover veg into a tasty and nourishing soup (hopefully)
It’s been a lovely Christmas day and I’m now relaxing with a drink or two. In fact I have been so good today booze wise – just a couple of sips of wine with dinner and a couple of vodkas and cokes. Boxing day to look forward to now and then it’s all over. So much preparation for such a short time. Why do we do it? Because it wouldn’t be Christmas without all the hassle? The run up to the main event is much longer than the actual event itself, it’s making Christmas an actual anti climax.