The rain it raineth every day.
The sky is grey.
The dustmen have finally been and taken away most of 2009’s Christmas.
The fridge is bare.
The plumber has been to cast his eye over the bathroom. The heater blew the day after Boxing day. Having a shower is like breaking the ice in Alaska, and who wants a long, cold soak?
The cat is asleep on the bed.
Jim is recovering from a bronchial infection, giving up smoking has caused havoc in his poor old body. He’s having to spend time in bed and I’m working round him.
So far I have eleven sacks of clothes for the Charity shops. Of course I could put it on ebay but can I be bothered? Years of GFL are sitting in black plastic bags on the sitting room floor. All my velvetes, all my trousers, all my jackets, all the things that made me look like Fern Britton on Coke – diet of course…
Christmas Day was goose with all the trimmings. 12 of us round a table that seats 6. Crackers pulled, presents opened then every body lying on the floor watching ‘UP’.
Boxing Day was left-overs with all the trimmings. All of us wandering round the cottage with full plates.By the time the clock struck twelve my body had turned into a pumpkin.
I have the 2010 calender hanging up in the kitchen I have a new five year diary, I have a new ‘Blackberry’ which I have no idea how to use, I have a wonderful new scent which makes me feel like Coco Chanel ( wonderful film by the way ). Jim will be better by January 1st, and then it’s back to work for both of us.
I hope you all had a blissful Christmas and may 2010 be just what you ordered.
I like ‘MAY THE BEST OF LAST YEAR BE THE WORST OF THIS’….come on there’s nothing wrong with an old cliche now and then after all: wherethere’sawillthere’sastitchintimesavingallthosebirdsinthebusheswhilstwhatisn’tkillingyouismakingyoustronger.
Love to all my devoted bloggers see you in the New Year.