I can tell we are more or less back to normal because Homes Under the Hammer has replaced Wallace and Gromit on morning TV. Much as I love W & G, I am quite pleased to see the back of them. There’s only so much
plasticine I can take these days.
I do realise (I say hastily) that for those with littl’uns, the endless children’s films on TV over the festive period
have probably been a life-saver - but I do love the feeling of a Return to Normality. That includes food, in case you were wondering - it is good to sit down to something other than festive fare. Mind you, my Stomach (of which, as you know, I Am Always Thinking)
isn’t so sure - it has rather enjoyed the Life of Excess. All good things, however, must come to an end. So say I. Determinedly.
I was, indeed, toying with
the idea of doing Dry January but fell at the first hurdle aka last night’s dinner. Apart from anything else Dry January wouldn’t be normal and it is normality I am aiming for as we embark on these early days of 2020. Next week, we will be Back
to Normal with even more of a vengeance as the Birdy Group, Nomination Whist, Sporting Memories and my Singing for Pleasure choir will all reconvene after the Christmas break. Mr B will also celebrate his birthday - which means that I will, as usual, force
Mr B to celebrate his birthday in a manner which will seem to me appropriate and, to the Birthday Boy, well over the top. Our days will be full once more. No wonder I’m making the most of the comparatively quiet daytime hours of this week.
Normal behaviour at the start of a New Year does mean embarking on a frenzy of activity, also known as “turning a new page”, “starting with a clean slate”
or other worthy statement of intent. I have bought greetings cards for all my family and friends celebrating their birthdays in January and invested £2.99 (I am, as you know, the Last of the Big Spenders) on a box in which to store all the many memories
I am planning to create in 2020. I have retrieved the coffee machine from its lengthy sojourn in the kitchen cupboard and bought ground coffee and filter papers so that Mr B can enjoy, once more, the thrill of “proper coffee”. Once, that is, I
have worked out the ideal proportions of water to coffee - at the moment, I seem to be getting through rather a lot of coffee and filter papers in the hunt for the Perfect Brew. I’d never make a barista...
The more discerning of you may be wondering how far I have taken the Return to Normal, given my avowed intent to leave our Christmas decorations up until Twelfth Night? Let me reassure you that there
are still garlands at the windows, greetings cards hanging on strings on every wall, and the Small But Perfectly Formed Christmas Tree in pride of place. Every year, in the build-up to the Big Day, I watch friends and family buy beautiful, tall, sweet smelling,
real Christmas trees to decorate their homes. Every year I think about it - then think again as my Tried and Trusty artificial tree emerges from the loft.
year, in this Post-Christmas period, I hear tell of the Peril of the Dropping Needles and decide it wasn’t such a bad idea of mine to stick with Tried and Trusty. My tree never, but never, drops its needles. It does occasionally lose a whole twiggy branch
if I happen to draw back the living room curtains too enthusiastically in the morning - but that is easily remedied. There is no need for drastic action of the Decoration Related Variety.
I feel as if we currently have the best of both worlds. We can watch Homes Under the Hammer, sitting in our very own Christmas Grotto.
are Back to Normal With All The Trimmings.