Merry/Happy Christmas
SUNLIGHT.
And, furthermore, we got out of town. For the first time since the meteorological siege began. The pavements are thawing, the roads are almost clear. Hellhounds and I had a proper hurtle today. Yaaay.
And the hellhounds are on lead despite huge open grassy field dazzlingly devoid of livestock because there are a bunch of frelling walkers coming up behind us. What is the matter with people that they go for a walk on Christmas Day, especially on an utterly glorious clear sunny Christmas which is furthermore the first time we’ve seen blue sky in about six months?*
It’s a little scary, realising just how reliant my mental and emotional health** are on pelting over the countryside every day. *** Back in Maine I produced the necessary effect during the three foot of snow months with a rowing machine and Led Zep † cranked up really loud. But I’d have trouble going back to that system after nearly twenty years in southern England.
Mmmmmm.
And yes, I did get the tree decorated. The plain brown Fortnum and Mason’s box contains champagne.
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* Nearly
** Cough cough cough etc
*** Which of course makes me think of Luke, who can’t pelt anywhere right now. Sigh.
† And various other far more embarrassing sources of sweat-inducing noise.
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