What a strange Christmas that was


 I didn't write last week, I was on holiday from work and just couldn't face going near a computer! Last year we were locked down at Christmas and it should have felt strange, but oddly it didn't. We had loads of fun. I think it helped that I was on furlough and so I had lots of time to think of things.

This year was very different, I think mentally I expected things to be more open than they actually were. Then of course a couple of weeks before Christmas we suddenly had the new Omicron variant (or Comicon as I fondly call it). Nobody knew what it would be like. All reports were that this one was ok, but the Government just started on their fear mongering thing all over again. As a result everything just shut down because we wanted to see our families at Christmas.

Picture is from where we took the dog for a walk down at the Marina. In my mind we'd walk around the sea wall and take a look at the Christmas lights in Brighton from the sea. Like so much these days that little dream didn't happen because the bloomin sea wall was shut! It's possible it's been shut at night for ages and I just don't know. However, it's not always been like that as I vividly remember walking the wall with husband on something like our second date. 

With so little other 'stuff' going on I wasn't going to be defeated and we walked to the wall on the other side of the Marina - where we could only get out a bit of the way because they continue to build the worlds ugliest flats in the Marina for foreign investors to purchase.

As a country we simply have to stop this 'building for foreign investors'. They are destroying the countryside building properties because there is a property crisis in the country - then they let people from other countries buy all the properties that are built. It's totally crazy. I'll bet a load of it is money laundering as well which is just sickening.

Aaaaanyway, back to the view. It was actually quite stunning. The Christmas fair is on in the Stein and there's a huge big wheel. (I'll get back to the Christmas fair in a minute). Unfortunately my camera simply didn't do it justice, but that's what you get when you're using a low end mobile phone camera!!!!! But it at least prompts the memory.


We were going to head down to the Christmas Fair, but all reports of it were that it was pants and I was also avoiding crowds so we could see my parents at Christmas. I was actually quite concerned I already had COVID as I had a horrific cold that made me feel really ill for about 10 days. I did about 100 lateral flow tests though and they all showed clear.

Fortunately I felt well in time to do the catering for husbands family - 14 of them (there are more!) came over the Sunday before Christmas and I did a full Christmas meal. Quite an undertaking. I took the Friday off work so I could start the cooking and ended up cooking all Friday and Saturday as well as Sunday morning. 

I had this GREAT idea that I'd make the mince pies myself as we had vegetarians and also somebody with a nut allergy. Problem was I discovered that I can't actually make mincepies. It was a total disaster. Then I remembered son doing mince pies at school in Y7, we'd made these at home as well. So I dug out the recipe and gave it another go. Fortunately it worked, though actually ended up spending about 3 hours on mince pies - rubbish!

I have a very small kitchen and my annual catering for husbands family always tests space to the max. It sort of works, right up until we start plating up and then it becomes a real challenge. We have to create something of a work line, with all items laid out in a row. Then one of us holds the plate whilst the other piles on the food and then son takes it to table. All was going ok until my microwave pinged telling me the red cabbage I'd heated up was ready. As I took it out the microwave plate stuck to the bottom of the cabbage container. Promptly smashing on the counter (not near food fortunately) and then half a broken plate bouncing off the counter and onto my big toe!

Now I have a real phobia of broken glass, not sure why, I just do. So I'm standing there in bare feet surrounded by broken glass with huge mounts of blood coming out of my big toe and I'm unable to move because I'm surrounded by broken glass. Add to this the fact that 14 people were sitting at the table waiting for food.

I let out a little sob and husband and son were amazing. Son went and got a dustpan and brush and husband got some kitchen paper. Within 5 minutes the kitchen was sorted, I had a pair of shoes and I'd investigated my toe to discover it was just a cut and there was no broken glass in my foot.

Then within another 5 minutes we were all sitting down smiling as if nothing had happened.


So instead of going to the Christmas Fair I had the idea of going to the garden centre in Ditchling with son. Not even remotely the same, but they do Christmas reasonably well. They have those singing reindeer that doubtless you've seen in other garden centres, but they are at least something Christmassy. They also have a great range of Christmas trees and decorations - so we went around those and pretended we were having a great time. We topped that off with a hot chocolate and a gingerbread muffin. So there you go - almost like being at the Berlin Christmas Market that we had to cancel last year because of COVID (didn't even bother to try this year).

Hopefully we can travel soon as I'm planning to go to Glasgow to visit a friend. At this rate it's going to be easier to just hire a car or something to go up there. Though am travelling with a friend who has just had Stem Cell replacement (I know that's not the right phrasing - but I can never remember what I should call it). So we need to do whatever is least tiring and safest for her.


In the middle of the week I met up with my brothers family and mum and dad and we went to Wisley to look at their light display. It was actually a really nice thing to do, though there were loads of people there. I'm actually not that worried when I'm outside any more, but my mum and sister-in-law were in a frenzy of fear which made it very difficult to really enjoy myself. Though I'm not judging I've been the same at certain times.

Christmas Eve was much the same as every other. We have our family traditions. I didn't do anything particularly different this year (last year we did things differently). Basically the stars go on the trees, we decorate the garden and put out a key for santa. Carrots get laid out - one for each reindeer, we watch Micky and Donald's Christmas Carol, have party food and then at bed time I read the night before Christmas to son. 

For the first time I felt that son was doing all of this to humour me - which is so sad, I miss the bubbling excitement that you get when your kid is about 6 or 7. When they've spent the whole term doing Christmassy things and rehearsing for the nativity etc. etc. 

Son is getting older and because of COVID they didn't even have a carol service at School. Also we haven't been able to go to a carol concert at the church for 2 years now and I really miss that. Part of the joy of it is being surrounded by totally over excited children on Christmas Eve. In fact this year son was going to come to midnight mass for the first time, but in the end we decided it was best not to go.

Mum and Dad went to their church before we met on Christmas Day. They said that there were only 6 people in the whole church. Which is remarkable because Christmas Day is usually standing room only.

It occurs that we also haven't had the Christmas Tree Festival in the church for 2 years now. I actually created my tree for the 2020 one in January 2020. This of course is still waiting to be used!!!!

Christmas Day itself was nice, we had a big breakfast (you'll understand why in a minute). Husband had a full English and I made son and I a Smoked Salmon Croque Madame (no calories there then). Then after we'd opened presents we headed off for brothers house over in East Preston - about a 45 minute drive.

It was nice to see my family - though we don't end up having Christmas lunch when we go to brothers. He doesn't even start cooking it until about 1.30 (sigh), this means that we didn't finish eating until 8.30pm. At which point we had to immediately leave and go home (I was keen to open something bubbly as I was driving). It does mean you go to bed with a huge meal in your stomach, though it's very nice not to cook on Christmas Day - and also means we do get the morning together as a family, which is nice.

I was so shattered by the time I got home I barely had a drink. Of course the nice thing about that was I woke up on Boxing Day with a clear head.

Boxing Day was spent on the sofa and taking the dog for a long walk - joining the many that promenade along the seafront on Boxing Day. There was some sort of competition going on around the local pond. Though I'm not sure what it was about. We're not usually around on Boxing Day. We didn't hang around as these things are not of much interest if you're not sure who the people are taking part and don't quite know what they're doing.

So Christmas really went by with a whimper. A real shame as I adore Christmas. Let's hope I'm around next year and that it's better. 

Today I'm back to work. I decided to work on the bank holidays so I can actually get some work done without interruption. Then later in the month I'll claw the days back.

Let's hope New Year is a bit more exciting, though indications are not good!

Despite the fact that I sound a bit whingy I'm actually not - I had a nice time. It just wasn't as fully of excitement as usual. I have a feeling next Christmas is going to be absolutely huge - we've got 2 to claw back now.

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