Here in the land of Q we’re a bit late getting into
the spirit of Christmas. Not because we’re Grinches, but because we’ve been
rather consumed of late and because the weather BLOWS.
If it’s going to be a
cold Christmas I expect it is because I am in the northern hemisphere drinking
eggnog and wearing enough layers to hide the eggnog that has stuck to my waist
and thighs. I do not expect Christmas in a semi-hot, mostly cool, perpetually
damp environment where no one can decide if they want to drink a margarita or a
rum toddy.
So as the agenda was rather free today, we decided to
jump a bus into town and join the festivities. Really get amongst it. Throw
ourselves in the elfish deep end as it were.
This is how things went:
·
Q woke up really
early, meaning that she wants to take her 1 nap at about 9am, which is not
ideal because it is then a long, slow, agonising ride until bedtime that night.
If you choose to try to delay sleep – as we did – you pay for it with the
whinge. It just depends if you want that whinge from 9-12 or from 11-8. I
prefer the former for obvious reasons.
·
We left half an
hour later than planned and G heads for the bus stop that is only local stops,
so we watch 3 express buses sail past before heading to the other bus stop
where I realise…
·
G hadn’t brought
the gift he needed to return because he’d bought the wrong thing, with him.
·
G returns to house.
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Without keys.
·
G returns to the
bus stop and we realise he doesn’t have enough rides left on his travel ten.
·
I go to the
newsagency to get another pass while G returns to the house with my keys to get
the gift.
·
We leave Q at the
bus stop.
·
Just kidding.
·
We get on a bus
whose breaks screech and whose tires skid every time the driver slows down. We
begin to doubt our survival until Christmas in the first place.
·
Every man and his
dog, aunt, cousin, spouse and CHILD is in town and as you walk past people all
you can hear is;
·
‘why didn’t you
tell me that in the first place?’
·
‘what took you so
long?’
·
‘christmas is not
just about you, you know.’
·
G goes to get us
coffees while Q and I block traffic outside the diamond store in the Strand
Arcade.
·
I should add that
it is raining.
·
We do not have
umbrellas.
·
We gather a few
gifts interspersed with countless phone calls to our family to make sure we get
the right thing. People can be very vague with their gift list.
·
Myself included. I
asked for new bras because none of my non-breastfeeding ones fit, a terrible,
horrible disaster that I don’t care to dwell on in this blog. I do not know my
new size.
·
G tries not to
swear as person after person does something stupid in front of him as he pushes
Q through the throng.
·
Q has reached her
limit, we head for the bus stop.
·
G realises he has
lost his Amex card.
·
Is not successful
in stopping his swearing in front of his child.
·
This annoys me and I
head for the bus stop while G heads back to the shops to buy my gift.
·
With what card I do
not know.
·
Q and I get home, (she
has meanwhile yelled her disgust at still being in the pram the whole bus ride
home) to discover that G still has my keys and so we can’t get in the front
door.
·
Send G an urgent
text since he’s not answering his phone. Odd since that thing is stuck to his
ear most of the day. Q crawls on the wet, muddy ground and gets filthy.
·
G returns home.
·
I make a cup of
tea.
·
And now I’m going
to get my toes painted because I want to be decadent and spend money unnecessarily.
·
This has been the Christmas
story Llewellyn/Hart style.
·
The end.
haha what an adventure. No wonder you aren't feeling festive. There's a little something on my blog that might cheer you a little. Merry Christmas x
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