DVT DAY 286
Saturday and it is time to clear the decks and get the house straight for the Christmas week. So a breakfast of bacon bagel (with gluten) and then we set to to clear the boxes in the dining area and the office. We spend hours putting things away and finding new ways of storing stuff. We are ruthless and throw out lots of stuff and gradually reclaim the dining area. I crack on in the office and pack up a lot of the stuff that I have accumulated over the working years. It goes into a box and into the loft. The office is now my partners now that she is the one who is working full time from home.
We continue with the dining area and finally get the new rug down. Because the new rug is bigger than the old one the table looks smaller and the room bigger.
By this point we have a hallway full of cardboard and rubbish and begin to get messages that Boris is going to do a COVID news conference at 4 o’clock. So we tune in and watch Boris invent tier 4 and totally fuck up our Christmas. Typically it is the bastard southerners who have screwed it for every one with their mutant virus that goes faster then the normal COVID. I am gutted. God knows how we are going to mange to eat all the turkey and the sugar mountain that has just arrived for Christmas.
So its tea, ironically turkey and beans, and then Strictly Come Dancing, the final. Won this year by Bill Bayley. I retreat to the bath and soak. Headphones on I laze and think through the Christmas options, and review where I stand on this screwed up festive season. I order some pixie dust and decide we will have a Christmas tree despite everything because we are worth it. Decision made I get out of the bath, watch football, mend a broken trinket from my youngest daughter and write the blog. Tomorrow I will clear the hall and buy a Christmas tree.
