Well, it has certainly been a tumultuous few months. Anyone caring about the freedom of speech, further education, the environment - and even English football and cricket - has had a pretty rough time.
However, soon it will be Christmas. These issues can be addressed on a later date. My notes can finally make it onto my page a little late, but none the less heartfelt.
With plans of a “secret” family reunion dashed against the realities of cancelled flights and trains, I find myself preparing for a quiet Christmas with my mum and a select few of our Kentish relations. This is by no means a disappointment, though it will promise to be a little less “high octane”. There are no mad, long overdue reunions, no overexcited cousins and nieces and worst of all, no proud sister with her newborn Little-Phinn.
Instead we will eat a simple fare of Christmas staples and skip on the traditional gift giving - it seems a well organised Santa has delivered the presents elsewhere. Luckily though he hasn’t published my private information or sent my bank details to other customers and Christmas will appear unexpected some time in late January. What a pleasant cure to the winter blues!
This does all mean that the excitement felt around this time of year is a tad diluted. We visited Cranbrook yesterday morning but found little evidence of the coming festivities – all the shops and cafes were open and everything felt, well, normal. If the now mandatory Santa hats of all the workers were removed it would seem just another Thursday.
Where were the frantic lines of people at the butchers? The toy shop? The liquor store?
It seems everyone had been snowed in, yet the roads were now ironically clear!
The only real explanation we could come to was that everyone must have ordered Christmas delivered from northpole.online this year. I know we certainly haven’t all woken-up and emerged ultra-efficient, organised and uncluttered. No amounts of Deliahs and Jamies could cause that to occur. It is a shame for the local shops.
And so I found myself, at 8.30pm alone in front of the box, a glass of mulled wine in hand. How Christmassy?....
Then, as if the angels had heard an unsung plea, I turned over to BBC2 and discovered the Two-Ronny-athon. For the next three hours I rediscovered gems from my childhood previously assumed as completely lost and forgotten. Their genius returned and my mum drifted in to join in the celebration of both of these comedy legend’s lives!
Their knack for perfect timing and flawless acting, terrible puns and champion word-play mingled with their infectious laughter and unstoppable bouts of the giggles. Once cast aside as “uncool”, two old friend returned back into the living-room and I realised that in two days time it really was going to be Christmas after all!
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