Today begins the getting-readiness for Christmas.
Everyone’s home now, off school, and work has finished for the year.
The turkey has arrived from Daylesford.
The presents have all arrived from Myriad.
My Alsace Muscat has arrived from Berry Bros.
Abel and Cole delivers the vegetables today.
Cut flowers have been bought and arranged.
I’ve found some pink tissue for wrapping.
It’s going to be a very quiet Christmas this year. My brother and Aunty Megs and the cousins have gone back to New Zealand and it’s just us. After fourteen years and only four Christmasses with family in that time I’m a bit over the initial novelty of being 25 and in London being all nonchalant and independent. I’m seriously considering having one or two more children so we can have big family Christmasses. All sat around a big rustic pine table in our future Cotswolds farmhouse, near Stroud where my family is originally from, with a roaring fire and loads of kids and grandkids and cats and dogs stealing roast turkey off the table – and horses out in the paddock for Christmas day rides.