Saturday December 29, 2007
“This is the last of the Christmas goodies,” I said as I put our dinner on the table yesterday evening. It was the scrag-end of the roast gammon joint, served with good, simple, mashed potatoes and baked beans.
“That’s good planning then. Do you really mean the last of everything?”
“Well, there are three chocolate biscuits, and two pieces of cheese. And some fruit in the bowl of course.”
“Good. Let’s do fish and veggie next week?”
“Suits me.”
It’s no great surprise to discover that I’ve eaten more meat since Monday than I’d normally consume in a month. It’s been delicious but it’s time to get back to normal before my system throws a wobbly at me.
Now we come back down to earth with a bump. Graham goes off to the holiday camp this evening for the New Year–the last absence for a good long while.
Dolly and I shall celebrate the festival as we did last year and the year before–snuggled up with a bottle of decent sparkling wine. I get the wine, and Dolly gets the snuggle.
Sainsbury’s do a very good sparkling chardonnay that is champagne in all but name. And price. It’s far more to my taste than the very best of the real thing, and I do not think that starting the New Year with a hundred quid bottle of fizzy plonk is in any way sensible.
What will the New Year bring for us? Absolutely no telling. Graham, wisely, took time off from the “what’s next” game over the holiday. Now he’s returning to long periods of silent thought. Leastways, he says it’s thinking. Looks a lot more like sitting quietly gazing into space to me.
“Penny for ‘em,” I said during one of the silences.
“Penny for what?”
“Your thoughts, of course.”
“You’d have to pay a lot more than a penny.”
“Oh well. I’ll wait for the paperback.”
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