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Dec. 12th, 2015 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThis December is flying by like the proverbial sleigh and reindeer, which is unusual as this has been a remarkably sober December for a change. That said I've finished off the mulled wine this afternoon, but shh.
Anyway. Possibly the reason December has been so busy is that I just haven't stopped, at all, or it has felt. Last weekend Richie and I trundled up to Glasgow for Ann's hen do. I appreciate as a sentence that does not lend itself to 'remarkably sober' but it was jolly good fun. We trundled up immediately after work on Friday and battled through the start of Storm Desmond to get to her flat. On arrival someone complimented me on my two-tone skirt. I was not wearing a two-tone skirt, it was just the bit below where my coat fell was a completely different damp texture. It was... unpleasant. Still, I got into pajamas, met some new people and caught up with old friends like Lucy, Dee and Peter. When we all wentto bed it was like an awesome uni sleepover. I might be increasingly fucking precious about having alone time, but I also love evenings when I am surrounded by friends and we all share a room because there about about fifteen people crammed into a flat. I think it's awesome.
The actual hen do was afternoon tea - delicious! plus got to catch up with Elspeth! - and one of those escape the room adventures. "I will be terrible at this," I said. "I don't do logic. Can I not just be Richard O'Brien and sit outsite and make snarky comments?" I didn't, but I was fairly useless to anyone finding the suggestion. Lucy kindly said I was helpful in making soothing suggestions. Bless her.
In the evening we sat in Ann's flat as the rain came down, drinking gently and playing games on the X-Box. It was super fun. We talked about Jessica Jones, and also the wonder that is Wilson Fisk and Vanessa in Daredevil, and oh it's just nice to spend time with friends, you know? The next day was much less fun; Storm Desmond, as many of you will be aware, has caused atrocious flooding in the north of England and shut off all of the train lines. Richie and I ended up catching a coach back, which had many negative things but we did have a seat together the whole way, which helped. We got the one open road through Carlisle. It was fairly apocalyptic.
This week I have been ridiculously busy in work, which is unusual for the time of year. So obviously on Tuesday I went out for dinner with Fi at The Port House to exchange Christmas presents, and on Thursday I went out to a carol concert put on my choir from Richie's work. I love a carol concert at Christmas, and Richie was very concerned I wouldn't enjoy it. We talked about it afterwards. "It was just an amateur choir, and terrible wine, and a cold local Catholic church!" he said. I laughed. I was in the choir in a Catholic high school. That smell, that sensation, that is Christmas to me. But they didn't let me have wine when I was 15, so massive bonus. Alas, no O Come All Ye Faithful, but I did get to sing along to other carols in my tin whistle voice, and all was well in the world.
What helped is that I booked Friday off work to complete my Christmas shopping, which is now all complete - until I realised this morning I haven't got anything for my sister's fella. Ah well. Trip to Bargain Booze when back in Ormskirk, I think! I woke up late on Friday, trundled into London, got what I needed to get, came home and scrubbed the house. It was Richie's birthday but he didn't want anything special, so we just had a quiet night. Today he's out fundraising in Birmingham, so now with my nice clean house I have had a blissfully quiet day. I needed this day. I woke up late, went for a long run (okay, 40 minutes is a lot for me!), wrapped all my Christmas stuff, finished off the cards, caught up on Supergirl, and have spent the afternoon finishing Fraction's run on Hawkeye with the last of the mulled wine. Now I'm going to go and make tea and watch Strictly.
I feel like my batteries are recharging, basically. Just in time.
Anyway. Possibly the reason December has been so busy is that I just haven't stopped, at all, or it has felt. Last weekend Richie and I trundled up to Glasgow for Ann's hen do. I appreciate as a sentence that does not lend itself to 'remarkably sober' but it was jolly good fun. We trundled up immediately after work on Friday and battled through the start of Storm Desmond to get to her flat. On arrival someone complimented me on my two-tone skirt. I was not wearing a two-tone skirt, it was just the bit below where my coat fell was a completely different damp texture. It was... unpleasant. Still, I got into pajamas, met some new people and caught up with old friends like Lucy, Dee and Peter. When we all wentto bed it was like an awesome uni sleepover. I might be increasingly fucking precious about having alone time, but I also love evenings when I am surrounded by friends and we all share a room because there about about fifteen people crammed into a flat. I think it's awesome.
The actual hen do was afternoon tea - delicious! plus got to catch up with Elspeth! - and one of those escape the room adventures. "I will be terrible at this," I said. "I don't do logic. Can I not just be Richard O'Brien and sit outsite and make snarky comments?" I didn't, but I was fairly useless to anyone finding the suggestion. Lucy kindly said I was helpful in making soothing suggestions. Bless her.
In the evening we sat in Ann's flat as the rain came down, drinking gently and playing games on the X-Box. It was super fun. We talked about Jessica Jones, and also the wonder that is Wilson Fisk and Vanessa in Daredevil, and oh it's just nice to spend time with friends, you know? The next day was much less fun; Storm Desmond, as many of you will be aware, has caused atrocious flooding in the north of England and shut off all of the train lines. Richie and I ended up catching a coach back, which had many negative things but we did have a seat together the whole way, which helped. We got the one open road through Carlisle. It was fairly apocalyptic.
This week I have been ridiculously busy in work, which is unusual for the time of year. So obviously on Tuesday I went out for dinner with Fi at The Port House to exchange Christmas presents, and on Thursday I went out to a carol concert put on my choir from Richie's work. I love a carol concert at Christmas, and Richie was very concerned I wouldn't enjoy it. We talked about it afterwards. "It was just an amateur choir, and terrible wine, and a cold local Catholic church!" he said. I laughed. I was in the choir in a Catholic high school. That smell, that sensation, that is Christmas to me. But they didn't let me have wine when I was 15, so massive bonus. Alas, no O Come All Ye Faithful, but I did get to sing along to other carols in my tin whistle voice, and all was well in the world.
What helped is that I booked Friday off work to complete my Christmas shopping, which is now all complete - until I realised this morning I haven't got anything for my sister's fella. Ah well. Trip to Bargain Booze when back in Ormskirk, I think! I woke up late on Friday, trundled into London, got what I needed to get, came home and scrubbed the house. It was Richie's birthday but he didn't want anything special, so we just had a quiet night. Today he's out fundraising in Birmingham, so now with my nice clean house I have had a blissfully quiet day. I needed this day. I woke up late, went for a long run (okay, 40 minutes is a lot for me!), wrapped all my Christmas stuff, finished off the cards, caught up on Supergirl, and have spent the afternoon finishing Fraction's run on Hawkeye with the last of the mulled wine. Now I'm going to go and make tea and watch Strictly.
I feel like my batteries are recharging, basically. Just in time.
