What a lovely Christmas! Heather took charge of the cooking and I only got my hands smacked once when I tried to get involved. I did a Christmas jigsaw, performed many Christmas songs (badly) and created musical jazz improv with Kayleigh on the piano keyboard we got her as a pressie. Between the main course of lunch and the tackling of the enormous chocolate bombe, we played a board game which I deemed 'stupid' because I lost and Andy deemed 'brilliant' because he won. And we pulled crackers and watched telly and had a bit of a laugh and it was all jolly fab.
And you know my project - 'Sews, Grows and Prose?' Well, most of the gifts I received were linked to this in some way - an embroidery floor stand contraption for holding an embroidery frame, leaving me with both hands free in order to do embroidery 'properly', that is, one hand either side of the fabric for the passing of the needle upwards and downwards, flower-seedy and bulby stuff for planting and growing, book vouchers (spent some already this morning!), and the most beautiful handcrafted in England oak and yew box which I shall use for storing pens, pencils and other writing accoutrements therein, if I can stop stroking it because it is one of those touchy-feely items and it is sooooo smooth and lovely! I also got a personalised i-pad cover with Much Malarkey Manor cartoons all over, emblazoned on the front with 'Lady Malarkey's i-pad.' It is excellent!
And now we are at that odd limbo moment in the year, 'twixt this one and the next, a time useful only really for, well...limboing. And tidying out cupboards. And listening to one of your cats making strange 'wheeshing' noises through her nose as she lays asleep in front of the fire.
Next year I am going to be sending off 'Night Owls' to various first-time novel competitions. I have already decided this. And also doing more sewing. I have decided this also. I also need to decide how, or even if, I am going to celebrate my half-century. I don't feel like I am going to be 50. I still feel in my twenties. Should I have a party or should I do something adventurous like climb a mountain? Or should I do something worthy, like climb a mountain for charity? Or plain selfish, in a 'Me, me, me!' kind of way, like get someone to carry me up a mountain in a big armchair whilst I read and eat cake? I don't know. But I expect something will come to me in an epiphanimical kind of way.
And of course one can say one is going to do these things and then one can find oneself scuppered like, for example, when I promised myself this time last year I was going to save some money and look what happened? The flipping roof happened, that is what happened. Grrrrr! So one does have to be careful when making these tentative 'Next year I...' plans.
Thusly, in consequence of, and as a bit of an insurance policy I shall, over the next three of four days, be consulting 'Old Hen's Almond Yak,' a fortune-telling device of yore, older even than that young imposter 'Old Moore's Almanac.' Luckily, Primrose comes from a long line of Almond Yakkians and has offered to cast some predictions my way for no more than the price of a bag of sunflower seeds and a handful of kale. I have already researched my horoscope for 2015 and am assured that it will be a good year for us Scorpios mostly because that interfering old biddy, namely Saturn, who has been an unwanted visitor in my solar house for the last two years causing all sorts of trouble, challenges and hold-ups, is at last slinging her hook and won't darken my door for another 30 years by which time I shall be past caring.
Still, I am looking forward to what Primrose has to say. Who knows what she might reveal? Who knows if it will be worth any more than the back of the envelope upon which she will no doubt write it? Who knows anything?
In the meantime, I have three new novels to read, plus a sewing magazine which arrived in the post this morning. I have a film lined up to watch which I might or might not switch the telly on to see, depends how the book reading goes PLUS I need to go and print off a paper copy of 'Night Owls' so I can be all over it like a rash with my red pen, thinking 'Did I REALLY write this? I don't remember writing this. I must have written this as it is in the style of Denise-type writing drivel.'
Onwards with the afternoon then!
P.S I hope wherever you are you haven't succumbed to snow-related issues. Snow did not reach us here in Kent despite the warnings and many people panic-buying bread, milk and loo rolls; all we got was a lot of rain and even more wind which was so bitter this morning that I was forced to raise the hood on my parka coat and as a consequence suffered a bout of 'hat hair' on arriving in Waterstones Book Shop. It is still cloudy and windy now and the gritting lorry has just been past (both ways) so maybe we shall get some snow. But if you have it already and hate it, then my commiserations to you. And if you have it and love it - HURRAH!!)