Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Boxing Day

Well here we are on Boxing Day, the day still to be lived.  The little Dutch clock has just rung it's silvery chimes, as it sits rather forlornly on a  small Japanese desk.  Sadly it was too large for the mantlepiece in the sitting room, but eventually there is going to be a larger beam across the fire place and then it will be happy competing with the telly ;)



The family came down for a couple of days till Christmas Eve, the flu virus has hit both my son and eldest grandson, so Mark my son is coming in the New Year.  Poor Tom my grandson sat on the settee feeling very ill but such things pass.  The rest of the family were well, even Teddy, who should be called Anubis after the Egyptian dog god, a slender, long eared black whippet, who always welcomes  Lucy's furry basket placed conveniently under the radiator and there he will stop for the stay with us.


We feasted, but not on Xmas day so much, went to the pub yesterday, Lucy and Harriet offer a free drink to customers, but the events committee people who had been invited were all busy at home, and poor Irene had twisted her ankle in Whitby and said she now realised how difficult it was to get round, so there was no takers for Paul's invitation for a get together.
Presents were three Phil Rickman's book, several things from the V & A, Karen had themed  her presents round William Morris, so I had an interesting craft book for writing down projects, a decoupage letterbox, fancy teatowel and seed butterfly mix.  Paul had a book of Japanese poems and a 'pillow book' print decorated china pencil holder, plus a small Japanese print.


On the programme 'Today' a poet called Xmas the 'hinge of the year'.  Totally apt description, we await with some trepidation the coming of the New Year, the door squeaks noisily open, our families are safe for the time being but in the rest of the world there is turbulence, we shall see.
I leave you with a funny photo from the Guardian's best photo comedy event, somehow that little owl represents us all falling of the branch, struggling to get back on.......


6 comments:

  1. Oh my! Illness and sprains. Hope everyone gets better soon. The owl photo is just too perfect.

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    1. Forgot the migraine with which my daughter turned up with, it runs like a straight die through three generations of the females of the family...

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  2. I saw that photograph in The Guardian - it's wonderful isn't it?
    Your presents sound great - I had a nice smelly candle, a poetry book, a book on owls, new curtains formy dining room and a china hare mug. All lovely.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed your presents I did as well, my presents to others are always money for spending on what they want.

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  3. Now Boxing Day is at an end and I have managed to get through Christmas with a few tears, lots of hugs from friends and family and many many happy memories. The first Christmas is the worst.

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    1. Knew you would survive it Pat, you are very lucky in family and friends. The New Year will bring challenges but slowly things will alter.

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