Twelfth Night! Down with the Christmas decorations!
I purposely left them up for our Nomination Whist group meeting this afternoon. It was, I told anybody who was listening
to me (everybody was very busy sharing tales of their Christmas celebrations and wishing everybody else a Happy New Year so I'm not sure my voice was heard above the hubbub) that this was a "last blast" of Christmas 2015.
Not everybody is content to bid a Fond Farewell to All Things Festive. I met a cheery woman in the local chemist's yesterday where I was waiting for Mr B's latest prescription to be prepared. She was carrying armfuls of Baylis and Harding toiletries
- on offer at half price apparently - which she planned to store away ready for next Christmas. Not only that, she informed me, but she had already purchased and written all her greetings cards for next Christmas. I didn't know whether to express admiration
When I say she informed me of her Fearless Feat of Forward Planning, I don't mean that her comments were solely directed at me. Rather, she was holding court, there in the middle of the chemist shop,
addressing everyone of us in her captive audience. Each time the pharmacist emerged from the back of the shop, calling out the name of the latest lucky person to be served at long last, The Cheery One would bellow: "Good for you! You can escape now!"
When it was my turn to be allowed to escape, it was like saying cheerio to an old friend. Albeit one I had never met before that day. Isn't life just full of interesting characters? All you need to do is to stop rushing
about for a bit, sit still - in the queue at the chemist waiting for a prescription to be dispensed is ideal, or on a bus perhaps - and see who turns up. Somebody will. Honest.
Leaving up the decorations until
after members of our Nomination Whist group departed down the garden path amid much laughter and promises to see each other at next Tuesday's monthly U3A meeting, meant I had to get the decorations down in double quick time. As I write, the Christmas tree
is still up, glowing rosily in the corner. I will be sad to dismantle it.
Taking down the lines of Christmas cards proved more hazardous than expected. Not once, but twice as I prised the drawing pins out
of the ceiling, dozens of cards descended onto Mr B's defenceless head. It is safe to say that he was not a Happy Bunny. But, hey, bunnies are about Easter and we are nowhere near that, even if the shops are already selling Easter eggs and hit cross buns.
Out in the garden it is more like Easter than January. Daffodils are dancing in both front and back gardens, the blue bush is blooming and today - to my dismay - I saw that the lily is starting to bloom. Noooo! This
isn't supposed to be happening until the end of May or beginning of June and I'll be needing beautiful lilies to decorate the church at our Golden Wedding Renewal of Vows, just as they did first time round. Will the tender shoots survive next week's March
I have decided I can't worry too much over events I have no power to change. The weather, along with associated Climate Change, is one of these. Indeed, now I come to think of it, I am finding
it difficult to think of events over which I do have some influence.
Which brings me to New Year Resolutions. You are probably wondering why I have made no mention, thus far, of my 2016 Resolutions. It's not
like me, is it, one who wears her heart on her sleeve, for good or otherwise.
The fact is that, leaving aside my determination to clear the loft (yes, I am starting tomorrow. Or, possibly, the day after) I
have not adopted a particularly challenging New Year's Resolution for 2016. I am almost ashamed to confess it - but my New Year's Resolution is to make life easier for myself. I will say "no" more than I say "yes". I will think hard before taking on new projects
and, having thought, I will turn my back on anything requiring extra effort.
Mr B, who knows me better than I know myself, thinks it will be a miracle if I make it past the end of January.