It’s December, the first week of it has flown by and it feels weird. I don’t feel festive at all.
I think, because I last saw the real, living world back in March, I’m a bit frozen in time. Trapped in some kind of time warp without Richard O’Brien singing along.
The seasons have changed from my window, but I haven’t really progressed with them. My days and habits haven’t altered, other than less time spent in my garden due to me freezing within minutes. You don’t mind getting cold when there’s something to get cold for.
You know that limbo between Christmas and New Year? Well it’s felt a bit like that with less cheese and no end in sight.
Life is like a whole load of Sunday’s. And that’s not a good as you’d think.
I’m usually all about the Christmas countdown. The run up to the big day is generally my favourite bit. The prep, the expectations, the pre celebrations, the gift giving.
I’d be doing the Christmas fayre rounds by now. Getting that mulled cider and tasting all the cheese and fudge samples I can get my mouth around. The crowds, community and the buzz in the air. That’s the start of it all for me, when you can feel Christmas coming.
Even though I’m not one for over the top Christmas decorations, I miss seeing the lights. The city sparkling while I wait for the bus home as my fingers turn to ice.
I’ve done the shopping, but I haven’t been Christmas shopping. It’s not the same when you’re scrolling a screen instead of browsing the shops is it?! It doesn’t feel accomplished or like I’ve got everything, even though I sit here surrounded by gifts and wrapping paper.
Yes, I’ve even started wrapping. Well almost finished if I’m honest.
I could do with a hand from Father Christmas more than ever this year. I’ve got gifts to deliver but nowhere to meet people. I’m planning a drive by, Uber Escapades I might call it. A day of exploring Norfolk without leaving my car, throwing the gifts at family members and friends, waving at a distance.
A couple of friends called by at the weekend for a little gift exchange. In my garden I might add, in the freezing cold. We stood there (well I sat) teeth chattering, trying to be all jolly. I felt rude and unwelcoming not inviting them in for a brew. That’s what my friends and I are all about, catching up over a cuppa. Remember that Christmas I ate out four days in six and went to visit my friend in her new accessible house? It seems like forever ago.
I watched a Christmas film. Of few. Only the cheesy ones so far. Workaholic inherits house in the snow from Granny, said house is in ruins, a man appears from somewhere, instant dislike turns to snowball fight flirting and they live happily ever after baking gingerbread men in festive eternity. You know the sort. I can often get in the spirit with a daily dose of these throughout December. I’m trying, this year, I really am. But I mostly want to muddy their slushy perfect fluffy white snow angels.
I’ve been eating mince pies. You’ll know by now that seasonal food is my thing, and I like to try all the flavours available. I’ve managed to gobble a few even though I haven’t left the house. If you know of a great mince pie, you know where I am.
Kirstie’s Handmade Christmas has started again on the TV. Never ending festive cheer, all the crafting experts, specialist materials and motivation you could dream of. As you can tell I’m not bitter at all.
We did construct a wreath. I would say make only the base was already a thing and we basically stuck stuff on it. I’m impressed with the end result though.
So then we
made constructed another.
I’ve got a cheese advent again. It’s delicious and full of awful cheesy jokes like ‘What do you call a cheese that lives in a church?’... ‘Stinking Bishop’.
I’m also taking part in a virtual advent that happened to be trending on day one, so come support and take part.
#AccessibleAdvent was created by Ginny to highlight accessibility and what it actually means to real people.
I’m sucking on a butter mint sweet as I type, so if you’re reading this then I successfully finished it without chocking. Life bonus right there. I haven’t eaten one in years, and it does have a slight Christmassy feeling to it. I’m still not there though.
I’ve started reading Christmas novels, to be honest I haven’t got far. First up is The Break by Marian Keyes. I’m only a few chapters in. Second will be Seven Days Of Us by Francesca Hornak. My book club read for the month is The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey.
Do you read Christmassy books in December to get in the spirit? What are your favourites?
Are you getting your Christmas on?