As of half an hour ago it is no longer Christmas in the UK, but I couldn’t let the day pass without writing at least a short post about it (my internet addiction is growing by the day).
Not that there is much to say. For the first time in what feels like forever we neither visited relatives, nor had relatives visit us and, perhaps as a direct consequence of this, the day went without a hitch. And while this was in no way a bad thing, it does mean that I have been left with something of a lack of amusing stories to tell. My entire Christmas was shockingly normal: Midnight Mass last night, presents this morning (including a Kindle which my parents had somehow managed to convince me they hadn’t bought), dinner this afternoon (complete with fighting over the crispiest roasties and reading of cracker jokes in bad Alabama accents, the latter possibly being something which only happens in my family…), and TV specials of varying quality this evening.
All in all, a very good day! Even the cats are in the festive spirit, and have set aside their animosity to sleep in the same room. (Mine. At opposite ends of my bed. Merry Christmas Julie, no sleep for you!)