More running around today, trying to finish the Christmas shopping before it finished me. I’ve just about beaten it now, I think, which isn’t bad considering it’s only a week since I finally agreed to engage with it (though R, bless him, had already sorted out several of the Grandsons’ gifts). There will now be a brief hiatus, after which I’ll have to start working out how I’m going to cater for a small army for a week.
I’m very much into counting my blessings these days, and looking on the bright side, and keeping calm and carrying on – well, carrying on, at any rate. But right about this point in the run-up to Christmas, the idea of decamping to a hotel for the festive season usually begins to be quite attractive. Broadway might be nice. Or Bath.
Or Provence.
Bruges, maybe…?
Rome!
Reykjavik!
Vancouver!!!
One year, maybe….
