one more sleep!
And for once I am really really here rather than leaving it to the autopublish function, even if I did draft most of this whilst legged out on the couch at the weekend with a box of Matchmakers and my precious Radio Times close at hand.
It’s been an odd week in the nicest possible way – at this time last year, the year before and a good few before that I would have been gradually coming to following the annual busy London trip plus the trek home afterwards, more than likely surrounded by laundry and vegetable peelings and perfectly happy with the prospect of not leaving the house for days. The gentler pace of strolling down to Flat when the need arose has proved a real treat and aside from spending slightly more time than usual looking stricken in Tesco, this years’ slo-mo run up has done me a world of good. And not just me – the fishes are looking especially chipper, although they may just know that the twinkling lights mean sprouts and turkey are well on their way.
The suitcase is *semi* packed (with plenty of space kept over for turkey-filled tupperwares) and London waits just around the corner, but for now it’s another hour of sleigh ride on BBC4 and an early night once the sprouts are taken care of; Santa is on his way and I’m pretty confident I’ve been good this year even I have eaten my body weight in mince pies and satsumas. So to everybody reading whether we’ve met or not, a very Merry Christmas from me and I’ll look forward to seeing you soon.
Well, some of you.
Amy xx
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