I’m not Scrooge and I don’t hate Christmas. I do like seeing people but I hate having to traipse from house to house just because it’s the done thing.
So, when I was asked what I wanted to do this year, I said “Lock the door, turn the heating up a bit and just enjoy being comfortable at home”. And that’s what’s going to happen. Ish.
I say “ish” because it seems my parents are at a loose end and are now coming here for dinner. But, that’s fine as it gets seeing them out of the way. That may sound harsh, but whilst I couldn’t care less about seeing people over the festive period I know my mother does.
On the evening, N is going to her sister’s house for a family thing (she’s got a big family) and me and Rocco will be curled up in front of the telly … with the sound off and Jethro Tull on the hi-fi.