Where was I? Well, at some point, mid present wrapping, I phoned my mobile phone provider as the website wouldn't let me re-set my password. Customer service assistant sounded a lot like Dr Steven Hawking although I doubt very much Dr Hawking moonlights at my mobile phone company, never the less, Dr H, sound-a-like was very good and managed to get me access to a new password and wished me a Merry Christmas, great customer service.
Finally admitted defeat around 7pm, what's done is done and if it's not up to anyones standards, tough luck. I'm starting to feel really tired. Surprisingly, still have a way to go yet though until I can drift off to the land of nod and awaken on another Christmas morn.
I waited up until B arrived back from midnight mass, early this year, she was here by 12.20am Christmas morn. Made B hot milk and off she went to her room. I went to mine, but didn't drop off for ages then I kept hearing B cough through the night, woke around 4.30am but managed to doze a bit until 7.30. Lay there a while then got up at 8am, shattered.
I had several coffees before B woke and joined me so took the time to reply to your email while it was quiet. I made the traditional bacon butties then we opened presents. I got to speak to you, which was lovely, then made the usual calls before I got myself ready for the day, (decided on black capri pants that I've had for about 12 years and had never worn, a red top, a bit predictable I know, and loafers.)
B set off for our eldest sister's and I set off for my cousin's an hour away. It's eight years since I had Christmas lunch with them, it was lovely and relaxed and... easy. We all exchanged presents before lunch and one of mine was an enlarged and slightly fuzzy, (due to age, quality, pixels etc,) framed photo of Mum and Jack, my Dad. It may be fuzzy, but it's lovely, I had to try really hard not to cry, (probably just exhausted or hormonal.) Tucked behind the back of the frame were a few more photos, one of them was taken at my cousin's wedding, I am, I think L said, 17 months old, Jack is holding me and you can only really see our heads. We're in the background of a group shot and are flanked by my cousin's in-laws at the fore of the photograph. I like the way we're framed and despite my bonnet/hood, which also hides quite a bit of my chubby face, and knitted jacket, you can tell it's me, funny huh? I really like this pic and think I'll find a frame for it. Wish I hadn't been so tired but I lasted the day then slept for a fabulous, almost eight hours that night.
Next morning, I woke around 6.45 but had nothing to do and nowhere to go, so I just stayed in bed. It was bliss. I lay there, thinking, having conversations in my head, watching the dawn arrive. I gradually heard movement and voices and at 8.30, my cousin brought me a coffee, what a treat.
My cousin L and I head for the papers, it's not too far to walk, a little chilly but really mild for this time of year, this time last year, the pair of us were trying not to slip on the snow and ice. We spend the day chatting about all kinds, no TV, the art of conversation is not dead after all.
I make a move around 3pm to head for my sister's to wish them all a Merry Christmas and have a turkey, stuffing and cranberry butty, my favourite.
Christmas is over for another year, which is always a bit sad. But it was a good one. I'm shattered, and could do with sleeping solidly for at least a week, but I'm looking forward to New Year now.
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