My goodness it was windy last night. Had to hang onto my hat walking back from the Brittain’s party. This morning the overhead cables are down between Grantham and the Borough of Pete and therefore all trains into Kings Cross are cancelled. The wind has now dropped. Greatest party as usual.
Nipped out to the Coop on the Carlton Centre first thing as I’d forgotten to get some bacon in. Schoolboy error. THG had used the last of it in a venison casserole. Yup. It was on the menu for tonight but now that Jose can’t make it back to London we may opt for plan B as it’s only a small casserole. The exciting thing is I have no idea what plan B might be at this moment in time. Gonna wait until all occupants of the house are up and in a position to discuss.
At least the Coop is open. I had toyed with the idea of Deliveroo from Waitrose but the shop doesn’t open until ten and I was suspicious when I was being given a 25 minute delivery time at eight ey em. Checked the Waitrose website where it said the earliest Deliveroo would be around ten thirty. Why that is nearly the afternoon!
So, got a few jobs to do today. There is a list that I have not yet surveyed. I know it is there as THG specifically mentioned it, lest we forget. Can’t imagine it is anything too onerous although now I do recall that a piece of laminate needs sticking down on the unit in the TV room (snug). The work of seconds. In due course.
Classic FM Christmas playlist is on in the kitchen and living room. Was gonna play Lark Ascending but this is fine. Very acceptable. The right vibe. I like Christmas music just as I like Christmas. I especially like playing Handel’s Messiah. Dad always played it on Christmas Day. For Unto Us A Child is Born is currently on. A classic.
My shoulders would now be relaxing were it not for the fact that I slipped on some ice on the path in our back garden the other day and landed on my right shoulder which is now giving me gyp 🙂 The trials of Tref.
Outside, dullness prevails. Rain is forecast this morning. I may light the fire. Feels appropriate. I can sit in front of it whilst writing my Christmas cards. I have been allocated five to do, out of well into three figures. Every year we talk about cutting down on the number of cards we send. “We haven’t seen so and so for twenty years” etc. Then so and so goes and sends us a bloody card don’t they. A vicious circle.
Nay, how can I say that at Christmas time. A virtuous circle. We are after all propping up the institution that is the Post Office. At this time of year we do get all nostalgic. The PO has always been with us as has Santa, Christmas and the BBC. There are I’m sure others worthy of mention. We should guard them jealously.
Mind you I am being somewhat irrational. Most of this sentiment is there because these institutions/traditions have always been part of our lives. I certainly wouldn’t advocate ditching Christmas but the reality is I probs wouldn’t notice if the PO and the Beeb went. Unless The Today Programme was no longer in the morning, now I think about it. Hey…
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Plan B turned out to be a train to Nottingham and then Bedford so Joe will be on his way.