Home Alone!

Well I am back in the Carpathia, having seen ellefurtle off from King's Cross station on her epic voyage to Edinburgh for Christmas with the clan. I shall pop out in about an hour to buy a pint of either M&S or Waitrose ready-made custard as the whim takes me, and possibly a bottle of fruit cider. I shall then return here, batten down the hatches and settle down to my solitary Christmas.

I've mentioned to a number of people that I shall be on my own over Christmas and many of them have looked back blankly; it doesn't register with them initially. Once it sinks in, I either have that person trying to organise my time for me, expressing sadness or surprise. I'm not sure why - I am really, really looking forward to some ME time. My first choice would have been ellefurtle and me quietly home together over the festive period, but since that wasn't to be, I have arranged a perfectly acceptable and stress-free alternative. As of now and until around 5pm on Sunday afternoon, I have no-one to please other than myself and that hasn't happened for one reason or another for many years. If you're one of the people reading this, by the way, you are not one of the intrepid Bryan organisers, they are all people from the office who then proceeded to grumble about the things they would have to do over the holiday period that they really didn't feel like doing. See me smile inwardly while nodding in sympathy at this.

I have had offers to visit friends and some friends may be popping around on Boxing Day - not sure, yet. I shall see how that all pans out, bu it's nice to have choices.

Mostly I intend to listen to a little music, watch a little telly, do some reading, drawing and writing. I have not decided how much of each of those activities, or in which order, I shall do. Maybe none, maybe lots: the choice is mine.

After ellefurtle had caught her train, I made my way down to the West End for a look around. It is very mild all of a sudden and I was soon too hot. The snow in the centre has all gone long since, and even around here, in Whetstone, only the most treacherous of wet, compacted ice remains. That's another reason to not venture out, other than perhaps for a pint tomorrow lunchtime.

Right. Off to investigate a bite of lunch, I think. Have a Cool Yule, the lot of you.

Home Alone!

Well I am back in the Carpathia, having seen ellefurtle off from King's Cross station on her epic voyage to Edinburgh for Christmas with the clan. I shall pop out in about an hour to buy a pint of either M&S or Waitrose ready-made custard as the whim takes me, and possibly a bottle of fruit cider. I shall then return here, batten down the hatches and settle down to my solitary Christmas.

I've mentioned to a number of people that I shall be on my own over Christmas and many of them have looked back blankly; it doesn't register with them initially. Once it sinks in, I either have that person trying to organise my time for me, expressing sadness or surprise. I'm not sure why - I am really, really looking forward to some ME time. My first choice would have been ellefurtle and me quietly home together over the festive period, but since that wasn't to be, I have arranged a perfectly acceptable and stress-free alternative. As of now and until around 5pm on Sunday afternoon, I have no-one to please other than myself and that hasn't happened for one reason or another for many years. If you're one of the people reading this, by the way, you are not one of the intrepid Bryan organisers, they are all people from the office who then proceeded to grumble about the things they would have to do over the holiday period that they really didn't feel like doing. See me smile inwardly while nodding in sympathy at this.

I have had offers to visit friends and some friends may be popping around on Boxing Day - not sure, yet. I shall see how that all pans out, bu it's nice to have choices.

Mostly I intend to listen to a little music, watch a little telly, do some reading, drawing and writing. I have not decided how much of each of those activities, or in which order, I shall do. Maybe none, maybe lots: the choice is mine.

After ellefurtle had caught her train, I made my way down to the West End for a look around. It is very mild all of a sudden and I was soon too hot. The snow in the centre has all gone long since, and even around here, in Whetstone, only the most treacherous of wet, compacted ice remains. That's another reason to not venture out, other than perhaps for a pint tomorrow lunchtime.

Right. Off to investigate a bite of lunch, I think. Have a Cool Yule, the lot of you.