So.....it has been a strange sort of Christmas for us here. The Boy and I have both been poorlier than a poorly thing. Most of the festive season, which as you know, is my own personal favourite, has passed in a haze of ibuprofen. My lovely children all rallied round and brought Christmas to me even though we had been scheduled to enjoy the famed hospitality of BassmanBill. Thank you, Offspring!!
The Boy was so poorly that once or twice M and I thought that the end could have been nigh. He neither ate nor drank for hours on end but slept, wasting before our eyes. Thankfully, he rallied and is now, resplendent with candle like nostrils, liberally sharing his largesse with anyone who cares/dares to sit next to him....and tapping his going out bag determindly.
I was delighted to discover that Candlemas(the name popped into my head, unbidden, as I gazed upon the nostrils of the Boy)is in February and is the official (according to ancient tradition)end of Christmas...so maybe I haven't missed it after all, just delayed it a little!!!
Mince pie, anyone???
The End
Have the most marvellous 2020 possible. Wear your party pants.
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