It’s all very Bridget Jones

 

I’m meeting Jane in All Bar One around 6 pm, it’s five now and the place is heaving

I had forgotten just how Saturday afternoons used to go here in Sheffield 

Too many drinks in the afternoon, 

Cheesy chips on the way home 

Sleeping it off on the huge couch at Wynyard Road in front of Pop Idol

I’d planned to meet Mike for early door drinks but he’s quite rightly carry out Christmas Tree duties with the family, all of whom I’m meeting tomorrow for lunch. So before the theatre with Jane later, I’m soaking up the All Bar One Christmas early night drinking vibe.

The music is louder than I remember it

The lighting more subdued 

Office workers cram the tables, shouting over the din of the Christmas party goers

Everywhere there are fairly lights and it’s dark outside

All very 1990s Bridget Jones

Decs

 The night shift was so so.

I was tired coming home but still noticed the bag , sat near to the back door.

A bag full of goodies.

Someone, I have no idea who,has just left me a bagful of Christmas decorations

How bloody lovely is that? 

Thanksgiving

It’s still just Thanksgiving

I’m on the cusp.

I like the sentiment of the American Holiday

Lets be grateful 

Let’s celebrate thanks .

So what Am I grateful for? 

My sense of humour and my emotional intelligence which have dragged me sometimes through work, life and balancing Uni with some sort of alacrity.

My home, St Trinian kittens , thick Roger and old Mary. I feel I have a home to come home to every day, even though invariably it looks like a bombs hit it.

My family and friends and my villagers, the people that keep me going

Work that tires me but which still stimulates me , and gives me the money to have a life beyond the cottage

My colleagues,

Those small oasis of quality cinema seats 

Bluebell

For my sister’s gardening skills

Talia Groupo ( the marvellous lisping Choir of Madrid) 

The blog and your support, I may look like I take you all for granted but I’m grateful for your care and thankful for you following me 

Ps scotch eggs, Russell Crowe’s manly persona, the Sagrada Familia 

Not Enough Time

 Flying visit to Sheffield on Saturday . 

A trip to the theatre is my Christmas gift to Jane

And Sunday lunch with Mike and Bev is a long overdue gift with my old urban family.

I’m working tonight and need to sort another poster presentation by Monday

I have clients most of this afternoon

Hey ho lots to do

Last month I treated myself to a Lego Statue of Liberty

It’s still sat on the kitchen top in its box

My radio in the car has been turned to radio four for days now , it’s the constant blaring of xmas songs already being played that’s doing my head in.

Of course I make an exception for the lisping choir who lisp their best through the English parts of this song….its wonderful 

Breakfast

Wednesday

My supervision day followed by my personal counselling

I met Chic Eleanor  for breakfast

I haven’t seen her since she moved from the village

“My Darling John” echoed around the cafe

And people turned to see her hug me, the pashmina swishing like a cape

And they smiled

The Tree

 I worked last night and went straight into university this morning. Surprisingly my presentation went well, well enough for me to feel somewhat christmasy at teatime.

So much so that I bought a miniature Christmas Tree from Sainsbury’s on my way home.

Bun was intrigued from the get go and watched the lights through narrow eyes before turning her back on it.

Weaver just ignored it and sat under the sofa with a Christmas reindeer in her gob. One of the gifts I need to send to my friend Nia in Australia tomorrow.

I’m off the 20th of December to the 28th and I’ve filled most days with something nice, whether it be meeting my friend Nigel in Chester, and then my friend Colin for a concert at the Liverpool Philharmonic, or having friends Nick and the velvet voiced Linda over  for dinner alongside Chic Eleanor. 

I am also catching up with the family on Christmas Day after seeing a film at the Picturehouse on Christmas Eve Day  ( instead of doing nothing) The film Christmas Eve at Miller’s Point looks just up my street. Oh I want to see the traditional barrel rolling in Denbigh on Boxing Day and on the 27th it’s Wicked  and lunch with my friend Ruth

Carol Of The Bells

I’m covering sickness tonight and stayed in bed for most of the morning and early afternoon . I woke around 2pm disorientated but with a nasty smell in my nose. Mary needed a shower and had one , we had a walk then for a treat shared a cheese bite share box from McDonalds before going back to bed. 

The village looked cheerful in the winter sunshine 

Malinka Ley Vey was out walking and I saw that the village Christmas Tree had been erected by Dai Ellis and David Paulus. Now Mr Ellis and I have never got on but I do respect his constant commitment to Trelawnyd and its residents . 

Credit given when it’s due

A Thoughtful Way Home

 My shoulder was aching at work today and I asked a member of staff if she could rub it for me.

This she kindly did with some banter talk about her regular masseuse and boy did her hands feel good and my aches felt better after she had finished.

Apart from hugs at Sioned’s leaving do, I can’t think of when I last felt someone’s hands on me.

It’s a sobering thought 

I miss hand holding and phyicality  and everything in between     

I am resolved to book myself with a local therapist