Free Festive Fings December 21, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 27 commentsThe tree is up, ahead of my usual bad-tempered schedule. The lights are twinkling merrily though the angel looks, as always, as if she’s been molested. I can’t bear to buy a new one though. It wouldn’t be right.
The boys are heading off for the weekend and lovely bf has disappeared up north to the land of pies and whippets to visit his family. It’s just me for the weekend. All on my little ownsome. I toyed with the idea of extreme partying but have settled instead for writing, reading and long soaks in the bath with plenty of wine to hand. Oh, and the Strictly Come Dancing final. Sad, I know.
Everything outside seems shrouded in mystery. The trees are secretive, bare and still, in the fog. Everything has stopped. Streams and ponds have frozen mid-ripple. The scary skull that lives in the window of an oast house on my secluded dog-walk is wearing a Santa hat.
I’m smiling. It’s nearly Christmas.
