I will be able to ignore it much longer.
Ignore what? I hear you ask.
The festive Season....Christmas.
It is everywhere you look.
I have tried to ignore the coloured flashing Christmas lights as I take the tinlids back home...but the coloured beams insinuate themselves under my eyelids.
I went to Asda today. Outside where the trolleys are normally housed, there are Christmas trees.
Just inside Asda are baubles berries and tinsel. I think I am allergic to berries and tinsel!
There I was telling myself that christmas was weeks of...well, yes it is....but only three weeks off.
And today, while I was having a scale and polish(then a filling) the dentist was asking me if I was doing anything 'nice' for Christmas.
I told him that if being buried up to your elbows in a turkeys bum was nice then the answer was 'Yes'....this was, of course, after he had removed his gloved fingers from my gob.
As I walked back into town to meet up with himself, I rather wished that I could hibernate and wake up when all the geegaws and tinsel are down and we are back to normality.
Do you know you can't get paint sprayers masks in the pound shops at this time of year? They have been removed to make way for greetings cards and Christmas baubles.
I didn't want them for spraying paint.....but for himself to wear when he is cutting wood with the circular saw.....don't really want him getting lungs full of fine saw dust.
At Christmas time, if I don't do it, then it doesn't get done.
One year (pretty soon) I am going to defy tradition and refuse to buy any presents, buy, write and post Christmas cards, do any festive shopping or cooking. And I will see what sort of impact this has.
Anyway, this year I have had to give in.
I have bought and wrapped a few presents today...half heartedly written the cards that can be hand delivered......and I have thought about what we might have to eat.
(despite what I said to the dentist, it won't be turkey - c'mon, allow me some artistic licence)
I think it iwll be a Sunday lunch - except it will be on a Wednesday.
I'm not doing a starter, or a pudding. Neither of our waistlines needs any help in stretching our pants.
There just might be a little w(h)ine...but he will just have to get used to it
Ignore what? I hear you ask.
The festive Season....Christmas.
It is everywhere you look.
I have tried to ignore the coloured flashing Christmas lights as I take the tinlids back home...but the coloured beams insinuate themselves under my eyelids.
I went to Asda today. Outside where the trolleys are normally housed, there are Christmas trees.
Just inside Asda are baubles berries and tinsel. I think I am allergic to berries and tinsel!
There I was telling myself that christmas was weeks of...well, yes it is....but only three weeks off.
And today, while I was having a scale and polish(then a filling) the dentist was asking me if I was doing anything 'nice' for Christmas.
I told him that if being buried up to your elbows in a turkeys bum was nice then the answer was 'Yes'....this was, of course, after he had removed his gloved fingers from my gob.
As I walked back into town to meet up with himself, I rather wished that I could hibernate and wake up when all the geegaws and tinsel are down and we are back to normality.
Do you know you can't get paint sprayers masks in the pound shops at this time of year? They have been removed to make way for greetings cards and Christmas baubles.
I didn't want them for spraying paint.....but for himself to wear when he is cutting wood with the circular saw.....don't really want him getting lungs full of fine saw dust.
At Christmas time, if I don't do it, then it doesn't get done.
One year (pretty soon) I am going to defy tradition and refuse to buy any presents, buy, write and post Christmas cards, do any festive shopping or cooking. And I will see what sort of impact this has.
Anyway, this year I have had to give in.
I have bought and wrapped a few presents today...half heartedly written the cards that can be hand delivered......and I have thought about what we might have to eat.
(despite what I said to the dentist, it won't be turkey - c'mon, allow me some artistic licence)
I think it iwll be a Sunday lunch - except it will be on a Wednesday.
I'm not doing a starter, or a pudding. Neither of our waistlines needs any help in stretching our pants.
There just might be a little w(h)ine...but he will just have to get used to it
We have started going out fer christmas dinner the other year, n also go away very early jan every year, it seems to make the whole caboodle more bearable fer us.
