A childhood of less than stellar Christmas holidays means that I don’t have the same affection for this time of year that others do. In fact those who know me well know that I quite dread the whole event.
This year mi amore and I have decided not to exchange presents, largely because of the stressful events of recent months, and gifts for family were sorted before we went away. Yesterday I got around to putting up the Christmas cards that arrived whilst we were On Walkabout but realised that the Christmas decorations had been stored upstairs in the under-eaves cupboards – fairly inaccessible to me. No decorations up as yet then. I also have no special Christmas food in the house – those big tins of chocolates, biscuits etc to share – and I still don’t have a clue what I’m actually going to cook on The Day (refusing to get involved in the usual seasonal scrum I was going to simply wing it and see what was easily available on Christmas Eve).
All this means that this house is virtually devoid of all signs of Christmas and you know what? To my surprise, it feels a little weird. I’ve always said that I could happily scrub all the commercial Christmas hoo-ha from my calendar but this year it just so happens that life has conspired to make it less of an event and yet I’m not sure I like being out of kilter with the rest of the Christian world.
So. I was going to sign off from here on Christmas Eve but I’ve decided instead to do so today. I’m going to hit the shops (wish me luck) and get in those Christmas food fripperies that has everyone grazing their way to a few gained pounds in weight, and scope out what food is on the shelves for Christmas Day lunch. As an island community, food supplies have to be brought in by boat and maybe as a result of that people go into some kind of demonic ‘siege mentality’ at this time of year, clearing the shelves pretty much as soon as they are filled and I’ve even seen them grabbing foodstuffs from shop staff before they hit the shelves. No guarantees of a turkey and trimmings therefore but, hey, I’ll see what I can do.
It’s ta-ta from me for now then. See you on the other side.
Here’s the ultimate Christmas song to wish you all a very happy and peaceful Christmas. Stay safe, stay well.
A list of actual announcements that London Tube drivers have made to their passengers:
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I do apologise for the delay to your service. I know you’re all dying to get home, unless, of course, you happen to be married to my ex-wife, in which case you’ll want to cross over to the Westbound and go in the opposite direction.”
“Your delay this evening is caused by the line controller suffering from E & B syndrome: not knowing his elbow from his backside. I’ll let you know any further information as soon as I’m given any.”
Please let passengers off the train FIRST!” (Pause.) “Oh go on then, stuff yourselves in like sardines, see if I care — I’m going home….”
“We can’t move off because some idiot has their hand stuck in the door.”
And my personal favourite:
“Please move all baggage away from the doors.” (Pause..) “Please move ALL belongings away from the doors.” (Pause…) “This is a personal message to the man in the brown suit wearing glasses at the rear of the train: Put the pie down, four-eyes, and move your bloody golf clubs away from the door before I come down there and shove them up your arse sideways!”
(BTW, by my lack of presence at your blogs you may have already gathered that I’m still on Walkabout. I’ll be back soon – looking forward to catching up with you all). :)
I completely forgot to post my photo for Chere’s Saturday Snapshots but I like the whole idea of someone posing the criteria and I see which photo it comes up with, so I’m posting this anyway.
This is from my penultimate photo folder, first photo in the 10th row. It was taken in London in 2001 and is the view from the Tate Modern Gallery, looking across the Thames towards St Paul’s Cathedral. The recently opened Millennium Footbridge is in the foreground.
The skies were so, so grey that day that the colour version looked, well ~bleuch~. I changed it to black and white, which does at least give more definition to the buildings.
I’d love to see some of your photos so why not join in the ‘Saturday Snapshots Carnival’, even if, like me you are late posting?
Is it too late for the Olay do you think?
Is it too late for the Olay do you think?
A new exhibition in London will be showing virtually unseen pictures of Audrey Hepburn by Hollywood photographer Sam Shaw, famous for having taken the photo of Marilyn standing in a billowing white dress over a subway vent. The exhibition, which also celebrates Marilyn Monroe, runs from 30th April to 5th July at the Proud Gallery in London and is timed to coincide with what would have been Audrey Hepburn’s 80th birthday, on 4th May.
It’s been a few years since I visited ‘the big smoke’ and I’m unlikely to find the time to visit before the exhibition’s end. Such a pity, this is something I would love to have seen.
Do you find that you like Lily Allen’s music, even though you feel you shouldn’t? Her songs may initially sound simple and juvenile but then you get pulled in by her clever lyrics that are like poetry and that’s it – you’re singing along. One of my favourites here – such a cheery sounding ditty … until you catch what she’s singing about. Makes me glad to be living in the boondocks!