I am trying really hard this Christmas to break one of my most annoying habits.
Like most bad habits, I have been indulging
in it for more years than I care to remember. So much so, that I don’t really ever think about the irritation I am causing for others because of my inability to curb it. Most of the year, apart from on the odd Special Occasion like everyone else’s
birthdays, my habit goes unnoticed and unremarked upon. But Christmas – well, Christmas is a whole different matter.
I will put you out of your misery
and let you into my guilty secret. No Nigella Lawson style revelations, you will be relieved to learn. However I do have a Sellotape Habit. Give me a parcel, be it large or small, and a roll of wrapping paper and I will go into Sellotape Overload.
Nobody, but nobody, uses as much Sellotape as I do on their parcels. Every corner, every edge, every fold must be ruthlessly Sellotaped down before I am satisfied that my parcels are well and truly wrapped.
The poor children and grandchildren who just want to rip my carefully chosen wrapping paper from the presents concealed within, find their fingers caught up in yards of sticky tape. Opening one of my parcels requires
a Masterclass in the Art of Unwrapping.
My Boy finds it especially annoying as he has told me on many occasions that one tiny strip of sticky tape on each end
of a parcel is quite enough especially for the Littlest of the Little Welsh Boys to contend with. Grappling with the tape makes the experience of opening a present far more of a trial than a treat, he tells me, sternly. It is almost as bad as the
heinous crime of forgetting to buy batteries for expensive, battery-powered toys. Fortunately for me, this year none of our presents require battery power. If I can just curb my Sellotape Habit, we really will be all set for a Happy, stress-free Christmas.
Today therefore I decided to ration myself to just three small strips of Sellotape per present. Oh, it was hard. How do other people manage it? I didn’t like
to see all those gaps which normally I would have closed with a super efficient application of sticky tape. My fingers literally itched.
I have, however, persevered
and have wrapped up all the Little Welsh Boys’ presents with only the minimum of the Sticky Stuff. My Boy will be proud of me. There’s a long way to go – the bed in the spare bedroom is completely stacked with presents awaiting wrapping
– but I have made a brave start. I think the expression is “Cold Turkey” which seems especially appropriate at this time of the year.
I am multi-tasking
big time at the moment. I keep hopping from one Christmas task to another, never actually managing to finish anything off. This is not good, it is not The Way To Do It. It is possible I may reach Christmas Eve and still have any number of unfinished
projects lining up for my attention and no more time to attend to them.
For this reason alone, I feel I can be proud of the Donkey. I thought you would
like to see a photo of him on the blog, bearing in mind that you, my loyal readers, have followed his progress from Ball of Wool to Knitted Animal.
As befits such
a Deserving Donkey, I have wrapped him up with tender, loving care.
And secured him - alas! - with rather a lot of Sellotape...