Christmas was a bit of a wipe out for me this year, due to me catching a cold on Christmas Eve that kicked in fully around 3pm on Christmas Day. It didn’t help that Louise was feeling under the weather too, plus we invited most of our respective families over on Boxing Day for lunch. We managed but it’s left us both completely drained.
Most frustrating is that I’ve been given a good selection of whiskies, none of which are worth trying currently due to my sense of smell having succumbed to the Evil Christmas Cold.
Grumbling aside, though, it’s been a good couple of days. The defining moment of Christmas for me this year was sitting in Ben’s bedroom at 7.30am, working through the contents of his Christmas stocking. As he pulled items out one at a time he exclaimed with complete conviction, “Just what I wanted!”
Robot toy. “Just what I wanted!”
Dinosaur Top Trumps. “Just what I wanted!”
Pencil. “Just what I wanted!”
Rubber. “Just what I wanted!”
Sweets. “Just what I wanted!”
Tangerine… He looked up at me for a few long seconds with a look that said he was trying to work out whether I was pulling his leg. He held out the tangerine, “No thanks!”
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