My advent story ends tonight with Santaís arrival down our chimney. He had to make a quick scoot down to avoid getting his bum scorched as weíve had the stove on all day. Heís also come really early to our house (after a diversion from Australia where they are already in bed I think) at my special request because I didnít want to have to wait till gone midnight to get my pic of the debris from the traditional snack thatís left.Ö. a glass of port and a couple of mince pies. This year, he was lucky enough to get some Cornish Clotted Cream to help down the mince pies. I think they may have been a little too rich even for Santa....or maybe heís saving his appetite for the calls he will make later.
My year has been a hugely mixed one - hard, hard work but the dreams in my personal life came true when we got the keys to this house. Itís not the Ďownershipí of it thatís a dream come true, itís the sanctuary it provides me and the way it so effectively acts as the antithesis to the stress and pace of life in my other more real but less real world. Itís just about the most thrilling thing for me to be here tonight with the prospect of waking up here in the morning with nothing to do but walk the wild hills of the moor (itís looking like we might get snow) and give my loved ones the best care I can muster.
Itís just as well weíre so happy being here and just mooching around as our car is outside in the street dead after a poorly executed service has left us with no oil and all the associated headaches that a dead car on Christmas Eve brings. So, we wonít be going anywhere that we canít walk to until at least Wednesday of next week when Cornwall starts to come back to life after the holidays (donít expect shops to open here if they donít absolutely have to - and rah rah to shopkeepers with sense I say).
Despite the problems with the car, weíve had a really exciting day because we have had a table delivered that we can eat our dinner at tomorrow - pure luxury. Itís been hand-made by a chap down the road and it is lovely. Iím sat here typing at it, with Archie at my feet. Our next-door neighbours have been round for mince pies and port (oops, what a give-away!) - unheard-of in Sandhurst.
So, my last posting of advent is to wish a very happy Christmas to all my friends (real and cyber) - I hope Santa brings you all your hearts desire. For my friends who have lost their loved-ones, I think of you tonight and hope you find peace. For Ginny, a very happy birthday (not forgotten!)
For me? Under the tree there are pressies with my name on - cool! BUT Iíve already got what I really want so whatever is in them it is a pure bonus - the cream on the pudding, the icing on the cake.