It was probably shopping for decorations on my own that did it. Maybe it felt like it should have been a job shared with a child? Christmas doesn't feature high on my radar but I'm giving the motorhome a bit of understated sparkle for Louis' sake. I've chosen this consumable tree filled with chocolate that he'll love and the big gingerbread candle that will burn down to nothing. Red Mel has made me a wreath, bless her. And I'll add some pretty hedgerow greenery as well as that's plentiful in these parts. There's some fairy lights that might stay put and become a permanent feature. That means I don't have to find storage space for many decorations after the big day. Except a big green stocking that will be filled with sweets by Santa who'll visit the van early, on Christmas Eve morning before Louis heads off to spend time with his other family. We'll visit mine later in the week.
For the second year in a row I'll be spending the festive two day holiday largely in the company of Clarence the Angel some nibbles and a bottle of wine that'll be a bit more expensive than usual. After popping to his dad's house to see Louis open his presents from us I'll probably head up to Dartmoor for a ramble and then see where fancy takes me. In the right mind frame it's the type of solitary day that I love.
My most memorable moment last week at work was when I took one of the people on caseload that I'd managed to get him into a residential home for Christmas so he didn't have the holiday season alone . 'So I'll have a proper Christmas dinner?' he asked. I nodded and his beam was worth all the tea in China. This article by George Monbiot hit home last week. It reflects the experience of many I see. Thank goodness its only a brief transitory phase for me.