It’s quite possible now to order a complete Christmas
online, presents and food, from the comfort of your own home without ever
putting on a coat and braving the cold and the crowds. To be honest we do a lot
that way, but I do worry that its killing the romance of Christmas. The
touchy-feely pleasure, of finding and buying a present for someone. Handing
over cash, and returning home laden down with shopping bags, a warm feeling
flowing through you. Whilst I have had some of that this year, the majority of
my experience has been the doorbell ringing and another Amazon parcel being
delivered. Mrs P and I do though still have the big Christmas food shop to look
forward to – I say look forward to, when I really mean dread – pushing a fully
laden supermarket trolley, through crowds of shoppers, while trying to avoid
getting your ankles rammed by a pensioner who has just come in for a pint of
milk. You see, I really am full of the joys of Christmas already.
I wonder if Friday 13th is regarded as an
unlucky day in all countries. I know there are historical precedents of bad
things happening on this date, and 13 is regarded as an unlucky number by some.
In fact many of my local roads don’t have a house numbered 13. But I think I’ve
found a new reason for it to be regarded as unlucky. Today I tried left-handed
dusting and vacuuming. A new experience necessitated by my broken collarbone,
and whilst it was slow, it did work. So it is that I may be in a position to
resume some of my house-husbandry duties. Whilst only light duties still, my
improving injury means that for me every silver lining has a cloud.
Yours taking it easy.
Jay
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