|Remind me why we call it it 'holidays'?
||[Dec. 23rd, 2016|05:51 pm]
It fools me every year. I picture myself doing leisurely things, reading and sorting stuff and maybe even a bit of tidying up. Never seems to happen. Since we got home from London (in the small hours of Tuesday morning), I have written the last of the Christmas cards (some to be posted and some for durham_rambler to deliver); I've been to a postcard exhibition, to the reading group and to the pub quiz; I've been swimming twice (and seen the heron twice); I've done a massive supermarket shop, blitzed M&S's wine department to take advantage of a special offer, and dashed out to find one last present for someone we'll see on Christmas Day (I'll panic later about gifts for our New Year visitors); I've met friends for coffee in town, and visited another friend for a long overdue catch-up and exchanging gifts; I have cleared a pile of ironing anf set a load of washing going; I have even done a couple of small jobs for work...
And yes, I have also noodled about the internet and watched some silly television. It's all good. But those expanses of time to be savoured as leisure? They haven't happened.
Time to go and cook dinner (and maybe a little advance prep. for tomorrow's lunch guest).
ETA: Also took delivery and fitting of the railings for our back steps (finally!). This is the last element of all the building and decorating we had done this year. Next year, the next project...
What else have I overlooked?