My dear readers, please tell me you are handling Christmas better than me this year.
I'm all over the place and can't believe that I have just a few days left to organise myself.
So what do I do?
I take pictures of seagulls. How's that for procrastination?!!
The field opposite was water-logged recently after heavy storms and rain. The horses couldn't graze there for several days for fear of getting trench-foot. So the seagulls used this watery inland spot to rest as they couldn't fly in the strong winds. Some tried and were quickly blown down to the ground again. Then early afternoon the winds abated and they went about their normal business again. Airbound.
When they did I found further distraction from getting on with the business of Christmas.
I decided to pose next to my new window, as Kellyann had suggested I do. You will see that I am very hobbit-like and had no problem with th previous cave-like stairwell. Now the window towers above me and the space really is Gandalfian in its proportions.
And yes, with stormy winds and rain comes the lowered temperatures one gets with precipitation. So I snuggled up in a warm scarf. Leoprint, of course.
But I really must use these last few days before Christmas in a wise way and just get on with it. I so hope you are doing better. Super-organised? Totally on top of things? Please tell me you are because I have in my mind's eye pictures of you sitting relaxing in a cosy armchair, sipping an egg nog knowing that all preps are done. I see you calmly dealing with this festive season, having completed the many tasks on your to-do lists. Job done. Unlike me.
The good news is that I have a plan for 2018. A new and revolutionary approach. I'm going to switch nationality. I have resolved to treat Christmas 2018 as though I were American. I will pretend we have Thanksgiving in Chez Pout and prep the house ready for it, so that "all" I have left will be present buying and food prep come December.
I think that's the right way to deal with the festive season. Start super early. Act as though I am American. Fool the brain. For I am imagining that the ladies of America have done all of the hard work during November and they, as a nation, are sitting in those armchairs as they read this, egg nogging to a background of Christmas songs wafting atmospherically through homes festively decorated by mid November. Right?
Yes, when I do the seasonal wardrobe switch in Autumn next year, I'm planning to temporarily switch nationality too. Cherry-pick a little. Act as though I am living in the US of A.
I hope you sweet American ladies don't mind adopting me for the month of November from now on ...?
A la prochaine.