Thursday, December 24, 2009

First Christmas in years where I have no control over how it all happens.

You'd think that would be a good thing, right? Unbound by tradition and with no responsibility for other people's enjoyment?


I like sleeping in my own bed and knowing what's in the cupboard.
And having Internet access.

So "Happy Christmas" it is then.


Wednesday, December 23, 2009

"...drinking my vodka and lime"

When the card from Bolton arrived and I saw there was a letter enclosed it was with a heartsink that I sought out the signature first.

Two names, still: the letter explaining how his Chemo had gone well although, at their age, these things are not as straightforward as they might be.

They were my Mum & Dad's friends.

And they were good friends. Mostly summer friends. They met at the Club and spent their quality time in the pub. But even when they no longer came to stay at the caravan they kept in touch and visits were made both ways. There weren't all that many people my Mum could be bothered with, but she always had time for them. Then they had that trouble with their daughters - both a few years older than me. What with the youngest marrying that "right wrong 'un" and, inevitably, thankfully, divorcing him a few years later and then her older sister turning out to be "like that", "not that it matters".

Since my Mum died I've inherited her space on their Christmas Card list. For the last couple of years it's been touch and go.

Hazy Shade Of Winter - Simon & Garfunkel
The Christmas Song - Owl City
Fareweel Regality - Rachel Unthank & The Winterset
Goodbye England (Covered In Snow) - Laura Marling

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