Ah, Christmas. Over. Gone in the blink of an eye. Not to return for an entire year. Humph.
My day began with a phone call waking me up at the ungodly hour of eleven am. Having a groggy headache and having to talk to the [future] in-laws in a just-woken-up mode is quite horrendous.
[and here I should make an honourable mention of that guy skulking in the corner somewhere in Manchester …]
But some Bucks Fizz, some Vodka, some Bailey’s and some wine, some food, and lots of presents later I was as right as rain, to the extent that I was able to fall soundly asleep during Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Presents included a cocktail set [including shaker, glass, recipe book and a little alcohol], some purple/lilac cushions, a pink satin/lacy nightie, some purple candles, the obligatory smellies, a book [The Ruba’iyat of Omar Khayyam], a popcorn maker [yay! Graham!], the entire 1-3 season of Roswell [High] [yay! The Blokey! for knowing I desperately love Roswell and all things Roswell [High]!], a black & white top [which I wore yesterday at the in-laws and it is a tad revealing in the cleavage region so I was mindful of bending down in front of The Blokey’s dad and brother, ooo-err], some chocolates, a purple alarm clock, a bottle of Bailey’s, a pink cord old-fashioned photo album, a beautiful wooden photo box containing some abstract photos and a special something for me especially from The Baby Brother – all yummified and wonderful – and of course, we already have the dishwasher, which has been in use for a number of weeks now, and I’ll be getting a few driving lessons from The Blokey when I’ve decided who to go with. Yay!
It was pure bliss to spend the day solely with The Blokey. We snuggled and kissed and laughed and ate and drank and watched the tellybox. Yummy.
Boxing Day was spent at the [future] in-laws. Vodka and sparkling wine were in abundance. We played Trivial Pursuit [and I won]. Rupert Everett was dashing as the needle-injecting Sherlock Holmes. And I came home with a belly-ache following the eating of too much food.
Today we relax. Watch some DVDs. Eat some more food. Drink some more alcohol. Pull some more crackers. Tomorrow we travel to Gip for a day of frivolities with my family. Hurrah.
At the moment my sympathy lies with the victims of the earthquake in Asia, with their families and friends … Boxing Day wasn’t the day I wanted to catch a smattering of news showing people clinging to something in the water – and then the force of the water ripping them away from it so that they’re pulled into the sea to drown. To show someone’s last moments like that makes me so sad. Some things should be kept private. The moment of your death should not be broadcast to millions of people around the globe …
please God bless the people in Asia xxx Elsabeth