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30 days of...day 7
Dec. 21st, 2010 08:56 pmDay 7 - What are you doing this week?
Surprising how long I had to think about this before I was able to start typing. Surprising and shocking.
Sunday began when Saturday ended and I saw in the morning hours in the icy conditions on Brighton's side streets, weaving my way 'home' with Becky, B's boyfriend and another friend of ours. The taxi driver refused to drive us to the door so we had to walk up the hill, in the middle of the road - the ony gritted part of the street - and to keep spirits high and the cold out (and yes, I suppose it might have a little to do with the amount of cocktails we'd drunk) we sang Christmas carols as we walked. Falling into bed (aka the sofa) around 2am I slept contentedly until 11 when we all awoke, ate breakfast, read the Sunday paper and drank lots of tea.
My afternoon was spent navigating snow bound public transport and fighting to get North. At least I wasn't trying to get East - the queue from cancelled Eurostar services was already three times round the inside of St Pancras station and onto the street, it is little wonder the queue now stretches more than a mile.
Monday was back to work, which is about as exciting as it sounds. Today was the last day of term at the school I work in, which means it's also the last day I work before Christmas. There was nothing to do but the tedium was relieved by the Year 10 and 11 heads of year arranging a karaoke so the other admin workers and I stood up in front of the 180 of them and sang Queen's Don't Stop Me Now, which was jolly enough. Tonight has been spent stockpiling as we're expecting to be snowed in again tomorrow and want to have food for Christmas. Oh the perils of rural life.
Tomorrow and Thursday will be spent sewing, surfing t'internet and watching movies on tv. Simple but pleasurable.
Friday - Christmas Eve - is the day I am most looking forward to as I will be going to the village pub and meeting up, as has become the tradition, with many many other people who I went to school/Brownies/play group/the pub with during the years we all spent growing up here. We all catch up, bitch about Christmas with our families and get roaring drunk - next to an open fire. It's glorious. Last year we stumbled home in fresh falling snow; perhaps that magical early morning will be repeated this year - I hope so.
Saturday is, obviously enough, Christmas day proper and weather permitting we will be joined by two of my brothers and one girlfriend for our traditional home spun Christmas; fry up breakfast for those who can stomach it, opening presents, champagne, more food, tv, Christmas dinner, more tv, more drinks, more food, more tv.
The END.
Surprising how long I had to think about this before I was able to start typing. Surprising and shocking.
Sunday began when Saturday ended and I saw in the morning hours in the icy conditions on Brighton's side streets, weaving my way 'home' with Becky, B's boyfriend and another friend of ours. The taxi driver refused to drive us to the door so we had to walk up the hill, in the middle of the road - the ony gritted part of the street - and to keep spirits high and the cold out (and yes, I suppose it might have a little to do with the amount of cocktails we'd drunk) we sang Christmas carols as we walked. Falling into bed (aka the sofa) around 2am I slept contentedly until 11 when we all awoke, ate breakfast, read the Sunday paper and drank lots of tea.
My afternoon was spent navigating snow bound public transport and fighting to get North. At least I wasn't trying to get East - the queue from cancelled Eurostar services was already three times round the inside of St Pancras station and onto the street, it is little wonder the queue now stretches more than a mile.
Monday was back to work, which is about as exciting as it sounds. Today was the last day of term at the school I work in, which means it's also the last day I work before Christmas. There was nothing to do but the tedium was relieved by the Year 10 and 11 heads of year arranging a karaoke so the other admin workers and I stood up in front of the 180 of them and sang Queen's Don't Stop Me Now, which was jolly enough. Tonight has been spent stockpiling as we're expecting to be snowed in again tomorrow and want to have food for Christmas. Oh the perils of rural life.
Tomorrow and Thursday will be spent sewing, surfing t'internet and watching movies on tv. Simple but pleasurable.
Friday - Christmas Eve - is the day I am most looking forward to as I will be going to the village pub and meeting up, as has become the tradition, with many many other people who I went to school/Brownies/play group/the pub with during the years we all spent growing up here. We all catch up, bitch about Christmas with our families and get roaring drunk - next to an open fire. It's glorious. Last year we stumbled home in fresh falling snow; perhaps that magical early morning will be repeated this year - I hope so.
Saturday is, obviously enough, Christmas day proper and weather permitting we will be joined by two of my brothers and one girlfriend for our traditional home spun Christmas; fry up breakfast for those who can stomach it, opening presents, champagne, more food, tv, Christmas dinner, more tv, more drinks, more food, more tv.
The END.
