Did you have a good Christmas?
Good Christmas? Accountant? I think the polite answer is that I’m still looking forward to a few days rest but it WON’T be the same few days as all the “normal” people out there.
The impolite answer involves a stream of rude words…
I didn’t even have the luxury of knocking off early most days. I was still sending emails after 22.30 several nights.
And what happened after I stopped work on Friday 21st? Down with another crappy cold. You could not MAKE this up!
Felt foul all weekend then twelve hour day on Xmas Eve.
The only positive being that the emails had reduced to a trickle by then.
But it must have been a nice Xmas Day?
Daughter had been in contact with one of her Instagram chums who, it transpired, was on her own in London for the day so we ended up with an extra participant we weren’t expecting Xmas Eve night.
Brazilian, which I don’t have an issue with, but a blogger with the appetite of a sparrow.
Spent most of her time not eating while looking at her phone.
Think she enjoyed herself. I do hope so.
And Lorraine’s mother made five. 92 next month if my memory serves and a permanent resident now of planet Doreen.
There is something bizarre about sitting there with her telling us all that all her family were away so she was on her own for Christmas…
And it gets even weirder when darkness falls.
She gets up to close the curtains.
Because she always closes her curtains when it gets dark to stop people looking in (“mum”, says Lorraine, “they’re not your curtains” so she goes and sits down).
We live in a cul de sac and no one can see through our lounge windows, except cats, squirrels and the occasional deer.
Then five minutes later we do it again…
So the only thing we can do is to take her home, just like every other time.
And she can close her curtains and all is well in her world.
Even if all her family have gone away and left her on her own for Xmas.
This does make it impossible now for her to share in the New Year’s Eve festivities of course.
Which since Die Tochter was doing a reverse visit to our Brazilian Londoner and going to nightclubs with confetti cannons her mother and I were left here on our own.
Disturbed only (really) by the outbreak of fireworks at 21.00 in our immediate vicinity that sounded more like World War III than anything else.
And I bl00dy well commission fireworks so maybe I know what loud is!
So the usual TV party with numerous bands we’ve:
- never heard of, or
- thought they were dead
- singing songs that sound almost like something we heard in the 1980s
- or old jazz classics and jazz along with hip hop are the only genres of music I’ve never really understood (I do understand disco and hate it with a vengeance)
- but it’s NYE and that’s what we do on NYE.
I cannot BELIEVE Lorraine had never heard of Michael Buble. Double sigh.
And I’ve no idea how to get the acute accent in WordPress.
And follow it up on January 2nd by a 100 mile two hour drive to Somerset.
And it’s a pub and they have a beer from a brewery whose wares I have yet to sample – and I DON’T because I’m driving and it’s a !*!* long way.
And don’t even let me get started about clients where the two directors are conducting open warfare and I’m in the middle.
Sat down this morning to review/rewrite my to do list.
Coincidence or not – Heinz 57 Varieties. Actually 57 items.
Which I followed by three hours reading technical emails from my Institute as I’ve just had to confirm again that I keep up to date.
I’m writing this along with trying to get the daughter out of bed as I’m supposed to be dropping her to the airport in an hour – at 16.00…
Three quarters of an hour actually.
£25 flight to the Netherlands and stay with a friend for four days.
All right for some.
Oh well. That’ll do for this week.
A Happy New Year to you all and more miserable posts in weeks to come!