Dry and sunny with a cold and cutting north-easterly wind which chilled the fingers and gained access to all parts of my old house (as easterly winds always do.) Three more sojourns to the great outdoors to keep the birds’ feeding table topped up. (A robin hung around but didn’t come over to say hello.) A brief visit from Mel for tea, a mince pie, anecdotes (mostly about the ills of modern times and systems), and a fancy chocolate each from a fancy Nottingham chocolatier. A nearly new moon hanging dutifully at half mast in a clear but darkening sky at twilight. A light lunch and a vegan dinner which included the obligatory Brussels sprouts (Christmas is the only time I ever eat sprouts. I even have them with chips on Boxing Day. Weird, eh?) A little time spent doing spreadsheet work so I could play at being Bob Cratchit. A small glass of scotch whisky before dinner because Christmas is the only time I drink alcohol before midnight. No music or TV yet, and no sightings of the Lady B or any of the Shire’s first family, which is always a disappointment. (But she was hanging around a lot in last night’s dream.)
All pretty regular really. I wonder why we bother.
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