The nurse who arrived to dress Mr B’s toes on Boxing Day (that’s Day 2 of my Pared Down Christmas) was amazed to discover such a totally chilled atmosphere in our living room. It made a change, she pointed
out, from the previous day when her arrival coincided with an Unexpected Appearance by Lilia (younger of the twins by one important minute) parading down the stairs with her hair liberally smothered with what I believe the hairdressing fraternity call “products.”
(On later examination of my bathroom, I discovered that most of said products were Skin Related, rather than Hair Related. Lilia will surely have the softest scalp...)
Incidentally, today another nurse came to call and was laughing about the Hairy Incident which she had heard all about; it seems that the antics of our family are a source of much hilarity at the daily changeover of nurses. I’m pleased (I think)
that we are able to lift the spirits of the dedicated nursing team on a daily basis. I am sure we can keep it up, almost without trying.
Anyway, Boxing Day heralded
the arrival of another family - that of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters plus her lovely mother-in-law who I haven’t seen for simply ages. They brought presents, Christmas crackers (though not of the Penguin Variety, which was probably a Good Thing
as there wouldn’t have been enough wind-up penguins to go round) and carrier bags full of food for our lunch. When the nurse arrived, we were all sitting around, chatting companionably and nursing mugs of coffee. It was a Scene of Peace and Harmony.
And I’m not talking about a particular brand of hair spray, either.
You will be pleased to hear that I relented and decided I should hand over Alexa to Mr
B for Christmas. It was a wrench but, after all, I did buy her for him. She caused much hilarity among our assembled throng by telling us jokes (“The first time I went on an elevator it was an uplifting experience; the second time was a let-down.”)
If Amazon ever decides to pension Alexa off, then she will be snapped up (no pun intended) by the manufacturers of Christmas crackers.
She also conducted a somewhat
flirty conversation with my son-in-law (known to you all as Dunk’em Dave, on account of his exploits on Family Beach Days.) When he asked Alexa what she thought of him, she responded that he had a “rather nice voice.” When the rest of us
touted for similar compliments, she came over all coy and said she didn’t have an opinion on that. So, what has Dunk’em Dave got that we are all lacking? Please don’t answer that.
At the Grand Present Opening, we unwrapped beautifully decorated wooden blocks from Grandchildren Jack and Hazel. Mine read “Nantastic” and “Today I Choose Happy” - while Mr B’s were inscribed
“His Lordship” and “Bugger Off.” They know us so well, these grandchildren of ours...
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters, looking out
for me as ever, was insistent that I head upstairs to bed for an afternoon “zizz” and when I returned downstairs, an hour later, the table was laid with a Most Delicious Buffet of cold meats, salad, and jacket potatoes. It had all appeared like
magic while I was sleeping. We took a short break between courses (a choice of cold Christmas pud or home-made apple and blackberry pie for dessert) to visit the Magical Christmas House and check out that the rhinoceros in the garden of the house next door
but two to ours was still, recognisably, a rhino. See yesterday’s blog if you are worried about an escape from London Zoo.
So, Day 2 of my Pared Down Christmas
was a wonderfully chilled and relaxed affair. Lots of chat, lots of laughter, good food and the best of company.
And nobody - but nobody - had a Bad Hair Day.