One of my very favourite Christmas songs is on rotation on Christmas FM every year. I adore the lyrics and music of Greg Lake’s I Believe in Father Christmas. It has become more like a poem to me, as it sums up a lot of how I feel about the festive season, in terms of my memories of it as a child, how I experience it now and how I think future years might pan out.
It has been hard to be hopeful this year, for many reasons. This Christmas, I’m hopeful that:
- Modern medicine can deliver in myriad ways.
- Mueller’s investigation continues apace.
- Our plans for the short and medium term come to fruition.
- I get to meet everyone I haven’t seen since last Christmas as friends come ‘home’ for the season.
- Next year will show some changes in the political system, at home and abroad.
A day of loveliness on Saturday, two great meals with family and friends and a lot of catching up and making new memories.
Making gingerbread and eating it while watching the Snowman.
A nap on Sunday. I needed it; I’ve been running on about six hours’ worth of sleep a night.
Having almost all of what’s not a lot of Christmas shopping done.
Planning our time for Christmas day. Spending time with our families no matter what happens is always the most important thing.
Pulling out the slow cooker for the first time in months, which meant coming home to dinner even though I was out all afternoon.
An unexpected extra 45 minutes before I had to leave the house today.
The red bricks on the front of our house in the September sunshine.
New to me Chalet School books arriving in the post.
Two gym sessions down this week, and another planned for Friday.
Catching up with two friends I don’t get to see half as much as I’d like.
Catching up on all the post holiday jobs and still having time to relax.
A fully stocked winedrobe, with bottles from three years’ worth of holidays to enjoy.
Our bed. Our bed. Our bed.
Catching up with friends and not waking up exhausted because I was sensible (for once).
Planning for the future, in big and small ways.
Today I had brunch at Sophie’s, a restaurant in the Dean Hotel. A friend had booked it for a long overdue catch up and it was an excellent choice. There aren’t many places in Dublin with rooftops views, so it was lovely to eat in a place where we could enjoy the view. The food was delicious, and even though the table was only available for an hour and a half we didn’t feel rushed. In fact, we ended up snagging a table outside and availing of the sunshine and chatting over a bottle of prosecco. It had been a long time since the three of us had met so we had a lot to catch up on. I will definitely be back, for food and drinks, as it was good value for money and a nice central spot.
Having a half day off work and being able to dine out for a birthday midweek (which never happens when I’m in work).
Going for my fitness assessment update in the gym and finding out I’ve lost five and a quarter inches. New gym shoes here I come.
The anticipation of a busy weekend of meeting old friends and new ones. I’m never out on a Friday and Saturday night. I think I’ll be having an early night on Sunday.
An empty laundry basket thanks to the sunshine and juggling of clothes inside and out.
Trying something new and a little scary and finding out its actually fun and exciting.
I met a friend for lunch in Bear today. It’s my second visit, the first being the last time we ate there some months ago. I’m being thoughtful about my food choices these days so I had a chicken salad and stuck to water. I’m not sure I’d have enjoyed my salad without the chicken (which I had as an optional extra). It was a large portion and wouldn’t have been as interesting without the meat. I’m a carnivore, but I love salads. This one was nice, but a little bland. I’m also not terribly keen on the high stools and tables but the atmosphere is really pleasant for lunch. And a nice hour catching up with a friend is always a recipe for enjoying yourself.