"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."



('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)




Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The run up to Christmas

Back in October, I promised myself that this year, I would be super-organised with my pre-Christmas preparations. And I was. I made a list of presents I was going to buy for everyone. Keith is always full of admiration for my lists - or maybe that should read, Keith is completely unable to see the point of all my lists, but then, he doesn’t need any. I’m the one who has to remember birthdays, buy cards and presents, send them at the right time. Being a man, he doesn’t have to concern himself with all that. As far as he’s concerned, it just magically happens.
And so it did this year. Every week, I added a few extra items to my regular shopping and before long, the little bedroom was filling up fast. How lucky that Keith had decided to build himself a new shed for all his ‘stuff’, leaving the little bedroom back in my control!
So, Christmas cards were bought, written and sent early in December, presents were wrapped and labelled with military precision and we even bought a new, bigger Christmas tree, which was up and decorated two weeks ago - a definite first for me.IMG_20151206_120654357_HDR.jpg

But sadly, things don’t always go to plan. This week, Keith succumbed to the dreaded flu. He should have gone for his flu injection and was nagged several times by me to do so, but he didn’t, with the result that he ended up last Monday night in the back of an ambulance with a temperature of 41.1C. You will notice I said ‘in the back of an ambulance’ rather than in A&E or in hospital. After being there for three hours, his temperature was back to normal and the paramedics agreed that, with a probable further two hours wait in prospect, he might just as well go back home and at least get some sleep that night.
However, since then, his progress has been a bit on the slow side and, with an admirable show of solidarity, I decided to get my first cold in about seven years, so we have both been drooping around the house, feeling sorry for ourselves.
Toby has been surprisingly helpful though, as a very efficient hot water bottle/comfort blanket.

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And there you have it. Everything bought that is going to be bought and here we are hoping that we will both undergo a miraculous recovery before Friday.
Merry Christmas, everyone!

6 comments:

WendyCarole said...

Hope you are both better for Christmas .

Jennyta said...

Thanks WendyCarole. Hopefully we're getting there. :)

Dale said...

Just now getting round to reading this, Jenny. I do hope you both recovered enough to enjoy Christmas. Merry Christmas to you both!

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Yorkshire Pudding said...

Oh dear, oh dear. I have had a cold myself this week and it does cast a bit of a cloud over Christmas festivities. One day soon, I hope I will be able to breathe again.

ZACL said...

Hello Jennyta,

I hope this bugs around in this post are out of the way now.

I recognise your lists and purchasing activities. there must be zillions of us that do it. ;)

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