Yesterday I felt fine until the jet-lag suddenly hit me like an express train. Everything ached, my head was filled with fuzzy thoughts and brain fog and I was convinced I had caught the ‘flu. I struggled to keep awake and then climbed into bed at 9.00 p.m. I was wide awake by 3.00 a.m.
This morning I was bright eyed and bushy tailed so got stuck into baking some cakes and hung some baubles up on the plastic Christmas tree that Paul hauled out of the attic. The tree once belonged to Sarah and has fibre optics that light it up and change colour. It’s getting a bit tatty now and has seen better days but I can’t quite bring myself to get rid of it. Paul and I probably wouldn’t bother with a tree but my youngest daughter is joining us for Christmas so she will expect the full works.
Now it’s nearing lunch time and I’m starting to feel tired and irritable again. Paul is playing some ghastly medley of carols and I can’t bear the sound of it. He’s switched it off. I’m hoping to watch the Strictly Come Dancing final tonight but I’ve got a funny feeling I shall be asleep in my chair.
Revenge Cat feeling festive. (I bought this crazy guy in a fit of pique when Paul wouldn't let me buy some box trees to put outside the front door. He said they would look pretentious. He was right.)
Hazel nuts from our garden in France.