It's the price they pay for living and eating here
Merry Christmas to those that celebrates it, and happy time off work with nice telly to those that don't. Z and I fall into the latter category and have taken to not rising from our bed before at least 1 pm. Well not officially rising in any case. There are of course the toilet trips, and the letting in and out of cats and the getting up to bring coffees and teas and maybe a few snacks while we snuggle and watch Buffy on DVD.
Neither Z nor I are religious, but in line with our Unitarian leanings we are perfectly happy to make a fuss of any holiday that comes with food, particularly when it's also paired with Days Off Granted By The Government.
Our little potted pine has gratified us by surviving a year of the English weather and our good intentions in the garden, and its bald patches have been adequately covered by festive lights. It is all very cheery and merry and everyone is feeling good, including me, even though I am now resigned to being Pregnant For All Eternity.
And now, from me to you:
Neither Z nor I are religious, but in line with our Unitarian leanings we are perfectly happy to make a fuss of any holiday that comes with food, particularly when it's also paired with Days Off Granted By The Government.
Our little potted pine has gratified us by surviving a year of the English weather and our good intentions in the garden, and its bald patches have been adequately covered by festive lights. It is all very cheery and merry and everyone is feeling good, including me, even though I am now resigned to being Pregnant For All Eternity.
And now, from me to you: