It's definitely another Drawbridge Day today!
You may remember that that is Mr B's name for any day when the weather is just so, so horrid that, after we
have scrambled out to the shops and back again, we close the front door on the elements, turn on the gas fire, put some bread under the grill to toast and tell each other: "Let's pull up the drawbridge, shall we?"
Not so long ago, I was bewailing the fact that I found Drawbridge Days so depressing. Not any more. I think I can safely say that I have Drawbridge Days sussed. The most important thing to remember is to plan ahead, to list (even
if only in your head) all the fruitful activities which will keep you occupied and happy all day long. Today's major activity was Writing The Christmas Cards. 2012 will go down in history as the first year we have ever had all our cards ready for
posting on December 1st.
Do you like the photograph illustrating today's blog, by the way? That isn't me, in case you were wondering. The charming writer pictured is undeniably younger and more
attractive than I am but I am pleased that she obviously shares my happy disposition, judging by the slightly manic smile on her face. She also seems to have equipped herself with a large cup of frothy coffee to see her through the afternoon which suggests
that she is A Girl After My Own Heart.
It doesn't look, however, as if she has anywhere near as many cards to write as we do. Here we are, sitting at our dining room table with at least twelve
packets of cards, a pouch of those useful sticky address labels - and the Christmas Card List. Mr B is on a mission to see how many people we can remove from the Christmas Card List now that second class stamps cost a whopping 50p. He's only on
the first page so he hasn't yet arrived at page 4 where I have added lots of extra names since last Christmas. There may be trouble ahead. Didn't someone write a song about that? I find myself humming it in anticipation and Mr B joins in.
Then there's our Christmas Letter to write, which means choosing photographs to illustrate it from the thousands we have taken over the year. After that it will be a question of deciding how many of those people who have
managed, by hook or by crook, to escape Mr B's judicious pruning of The List, would actually appreciate receiving our Christmas Message. The Queen doesn't have this trouble, you know, she just goes and broadcasts her Message willy-nilly and assumes
everyone will either want to watch or will switch off. She probably doesn't have as much to say as we do, either, once she's finished with the Diamond Jubilee and the Olympics.
Mr B wants to know how
many cards we could deliver by hand and how many people on the list would prefer an e-card? All this is getting just too complicated. If we drive all round town, delivering Christmas cards to everyone locally, how many 50p stamps will we save and how much
petrol will we use? How can I possibly tell which people would love to receive an e-card with all those special Christmassy effects - and how many prefer to see a plain and ordinary card with a robin and a sprig of holly on the front?
The thing is, I love sending and receiving Christmas cards. I love the little messages that people scribble inside (you can always tell when they're on their 100th card, can't you?) bringing me up to date
with all their news. I want them to know that I'm thinking of them too.
You never know, with any luck, our cards might drop on their doormats on just such a day as this. We will
be responsible for brightening up their Drawbridge Days.
Someone has to do it...