Boxing Day
Dec. 26th, 2019 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustSo that was Christmas, was it? It was fine; how was it for you?
If that sounds a bit flat, yes, perhaps it was. We eike either too early or too late - earlier than we intended, but just in time to hear the radio tell us that this had been a special concert with Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer and others, which might have ben pleasant to doze through, half awake. I managed to misjudge the breakfast coffee and spread doffee grounds all arounf, and in the process of clearing that up, I burned the toast. After this, things improved. We finished the crossword (all solutions are locations in the UK, some of them quite obscure) and opened presents; I peeled vegetables and prepared dinner, and J. called in to collect her birthday present - inevitably, she arrived just as we were finally about to sit down to a late lunch. Given what we knew of her pland for the day, this really was inevitable, but she seemed pleased with her present. After lunch,durham_rambler persuaded the BBC to let me listen to Chivalry while lying on the sofa, so I did get my helping of Neil Gaiman for the day, and I didn't even start to nod odd. There may also have been some desultory quiz watching. and a Morecambe and Wise Christmas Special.
So all very pleasant, but unexciting. I thought of last year's Christmas Day as similarly low-key, but somehow more satisfying. Looking back now at what I wrote exactly a year ago, the television certainly seems to have been better. But I had forgotten how busy we had been in the days before: Christmas Day came as an oasis of pleasing ourselves after all the rushing about, and this too may have added a glow to my recollection of it.
Tofay's achievement is that we have put up all our Christmas cards: a little late perhaps, but last year we didn't manage it at all. Whereas this year we have vacuumed and dusted and found the contraption of strings and bits of woos which we use to diplay the cards on the bookshelves. I have investigated the two wire frames (one a gidt, one I bought) and decided that they are designed for smaller cards than we have, and put them aside for the next charity shop donation, so that's a result, if not the intended one. I have had fun sorting the cards: the most popular design was Oxfam's Lace Dove, of which we received four copies (three from my cousins and one from a former colleague ofdurham_rambler.
I would be happy to write at great length about this and other recurring themes, but those leftovers won't cook themselves ...
If that sounds a bit flat, yes, perhaps it was. We eike either too early or too late - earlier than we intended, but just in time to hear the radio tell us that this had been a special concert with Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer and others, which might have ben pleasant to doze through, half awake. I managed to misjudge the breakfast coffee and spread doffee grounds all arounf, and in the process of clearing that up, I burned the toast. After this, things improved. We finished the crossword (all solutions are locations in the UK, some of them quite obscure) and opened presents; I peeled vegetables and prepared dinner, and J. called in to collect her birthday present - inevitably, she arrived just as we were finally about to sit down to a late lunch. Given what we knew of her pland for the day, this really was inevitable, but she seemed pleased with her present. After lunch,
durham_rambler persuaded the BBC to let me listen to Chivalry while lying on the sofa, so I did get my helping of Neil Gaiman for the day, and I didn't even start to nod odd. There may also have been some desultory quiz watching. and a Morecambe and Wise Christmas Special. So all very pleasant, but unexciting. I thought of last year's Christmas Day as similarly low-key, but somehow more satisfying. Looking back now at what I wrote exactly a year ago, the television certainly seems to have been better. But I had forgotten how busy we had been in the days before: Christmas Day came as an oasis of pleasing ourselves after all the rushing about, and this too may have added a glow to my recollection of it.
Tofay's achievement is that we have put up all our Christmas cards: a little late perhaps, but last year we didn't manage it at all. Whereas this year we have vacuumed and dusted and found the contraption of strings and bits of woos which we use to diplay the cards on the bookshelves. I have investigated the two wire frames (one a gidt, one I bought) and decided that they are designed for smaller cards than we have, and put them aside for the next charity shop donation, so that's a result, if not the intended one. I have had fun sorting the cards: the most popular design was Oxfam's Lace Dove, of which we received four copies (three from my cousins and one from a former colleague of
durham_rambler.I would be happy to write at great length about this and other recurring themes, but those leftovers won't cook themselves ...
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Date: 2019-12-26 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-26 08:09 pm (UTC)I'm not complaining, it's a nice card. But we received other nice cards singly...
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Date: 2019-12-26 08:35 pm (UTC)The advantage of having being rejected by one's birth family is the lack of arguments at this time of year.
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Date: 2019-12-27 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-28 07:19 am (UTC)Nine
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Date: 2019-12-28 07:53 am (UTC)If there is a competition for lackadaisical putting up of decorations, we have not yet finished putting up our cards, I hope to do so today. I don't think that we have a Lace Dove at all though we do have a duplicate cute cat. There is a significant wildlife theme with ours, with hares, foxes, an owl, a stork, and a tufted duck amongst the robins and penguins.
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Date: 2019-12-28 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-28 05:42 pm (UTC)