No Place like Home for the Holidays...
Hope everyone had an enjoyable and peaceful Christmas. The UK has been bashed about a bit by storms but we were some of the lucky ones who didn't get flooded etc. My heart goes out to those who were/are without power and heating over the last few days.
So back to Song-ography... I spent years doing what I thought I should be doing at Christmas, or what I thought other people expected me to do, and so now it's a novelty and a luxury to do exactly what I want. I'm at home with David and the kitties, we eat what we like with no pressure to have some full-on Christmas dinner if we don't want to. Obviously the cats would eat turkey until it came out of their ears, but I'm a vegetarian, so yah boo sucks. They won't eat nut roast so after tough negotiations we reached a compromise, and they get a smidgen of chicken cooked especially for them, then go and moan to the neighbourhood cats about how hard done to they are.
On Christmas Day I headed over to Bradgate Park and was amazed at how many others had the same idea. Some where drinking champagne at the top of the hill there, although they didn't offer me any - bah humbug. On Boxing Day I went over to Bosworth Battlefield, again there were a lot of people around, all who were obviously avoiding the post-Christmas insanity of 'the sales'. Yesterday I did actually venture out early to M&S with Cath and ended up buying a rather fab pink coat which I plan to wear today come rain, shine or gales.
No place like home for
dropping your sartorial guard...
Christmas Eve...
Anyone else much prefer Christmas Eve to
Christmas Day?
We're very
European in our house and
open our gifts on the evening of the 24th.
Here's one of mine, these are some
hand-blown glass earrings from
David.
... and some Lush smellies
from my sister...
gorgeous!
Christmas Day...
I was listening to the radio on the way
home from Bradgate Park. Listeners
were texting in with their worst gifts:
porridge oats, jump-leads, and ant powder
seemed to be the winners!
Cats...
enjoying playing with a piece of ribbon
more than their presents ever
since ribbon was invented...
Boxing Day...
Yes that's the path.
Correction - that WAS the path.
... later that day,
this is Market Bosworth,
one of our local towns.
27th December...
No picture of the coat yet,
but these are some of the chocolates
I received but am not going to eat.
Anyone interested in swapping
for a few packets of ready salted
crisps please get in touch :-)
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