|Santa in Bromley|
OH ( my other half) is in trouble.
For many, many reasons.
He has been away for a week on business, somewhere warm and sunny, ( India) staying in a 5 star hotel.
And CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
|I made a cake|
While he has been away I checked the calendar to find out when he will be home. It says today.
Apparently that is not correct.
It also says he will be in for dinner tomorrow evening.
That is 'not correct' either.
Meanwhile, back in the UK I am trying to prepare for Christmas.
|a christmas cake|
I have collected a tree and sawn it's bottom off so that it can drink water. Outside, in the dark, all by myself witha rusty saw.
I have unwrapped the new Christmas lights ( pressure is on in the street and I have succumbed to the increasing blingness that surrounds me.)
The new lights were in a muddle even before we have used them....
I have chosen a new tap to replace a broken one, and purchased a loo roll holder that I will have to put up myself in out newly refurbished loo.
I have found the washing bin joyously empty for a whole week.
I have lived on what is around, and decided to forgo the 2008 brandy butter, the 2010 christmas pudding and the 2011 chestnuts.
BUT ALL IS NOT LOST
OH sent me a postcard.
Of a Christmas tree in a swanky hotel.
It wished me a Happy Christmas and New Year.
So he has thought of me between his crab dinners and festive breakfasts.
The wording suggests that he may be staying away until 2017........
In which case I wont have to tidy all the very many surfaces in the house that are currently covered in book making materials and scraps of paper.
And can continue to live on toast and avocado, remembering my wonderful trip to Scotland.