Remnants of turkey and the last few slices of ham remain on the meat dish. In the bowl a small amount of cranberry sauce languishes. A few sad vegetables have been heated in the microwave today and eaten for lunch along with the remains of yesterday's trifle. The Christmas cards begin to wobble, the decorations begin to suggest tawdriness and I am rather tired of twinkling fairy lights. Yes, you've guessed it, Christmas is over for another year.
Of course it all has to remain for New Year's Eve - then it can all come down and be packed away for another year. Bits can be vacuumed up and by the second day of January we will be back to normal (whatever normal is).
But yes, as usual we have enjoyed it all - feasting, laughing with friends - what could be better?
Sorry I haven't blogged but I have been too busy. And thank you to friend W, who was so worried that I hadn't blogged that she rang in the middle of the festivities to see if I was ill. Commiserations to her also as she has now gone down with the most awful feverish cold. She sounds dreadful on the telephone - and, if you are reading this W, we missed her terribly this morning at our Friday coffee get together. She must get better for New Year's Eve because she is coming to sample my salmon and leek pie at my New Year's Eve party.
Coming out of the Coffee House this morning the gale, which is blowing directly down the Market Square, caught me unawares and blew me about twenty yards down the road - very scary. In order to cross the road and get back to the car I had to cling on for dear life. Maybe I am getting old after all - and that after saying over coffee that from today I am reversing the figures in my age and dressing and acting accordingly. So folks, from today I am 18 again and am looking for something classy, short and sexy to wear -
I suspect it is an impossibility.