Today I have not felt so nicely redundant since I was a child. Usually Christmas Eve at home is a panic of last minute shopping, making lists ( and crossing off things done which is always done with great satisfaction!), tidying and cooking. This year in Broadstairs everything has been done for me! Coffee when I woke up, lunch made for us (although I only ate bread as my guts are still playing up!). This afternoon we have walked to Broadstairs with the dogs, had a hot chocolate at Morelli's and are now sat in a comfortably warm lounge watching tv.
I do feel rather guilty at not being "busy", as well as experiencing that no-man's-land feeling of Christmas Eves as we experienced when we were Children. Parents out buying the gifts, Janet and I, killing time in front of the tree watching Jason and the Argonauts (1963) or The Railway Children (1970) . It was always a tradition. Today, with Jenny Agutter back on the tv, I am revisiting it once again ! (and it still moves me when Jenny shouts "daddy!....my daddy!!!!!!" as she gallops down the railway platform
(above Sorrel with her open mouth smile lets Chris cut the meat--- is it wise given the fact he hasn't had a fag for several hours!)