photo post: that was a very nigella christmas;
It’s been a long time since I’ve bothered with resolutions beyond some sort of all-encompassing wish to try and be a better person over the next twelve months. It’s just as well really, because the start of this year has seen me gripped with the sort of panicky, insomnia-charged depression I’ve been too busy to sink into of late. Pressure to conform with the little promises I sometimes make to myself (one hundred sit-ups a day! switch the computer off at 9pm! moisturise! eat better! stop buying corporate coffee!) would probably push me over the edge right now. Still, it’s not as if the buses are back to a normal timetable yet – this must be a cheat’s week, with the new one beginning in earnest on Monday. Right?
Besides, it’s not like I don’t have enough to be getting on with…
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas, and that. Mine was busy – a frantic last week at work (gee thanks, Mr Government, for all those consultation responses you’ve been promising us all year!) leaving little time to shop coupled with some crazy idea that I wanted to handmake as many presents as I could this year to save a bit of money. It never saves money, and my flat will be covered in a thick layer of glitter from the boxes I was still making on Christmas night before our trip south for the next six months. But the family were impressed, so that’s all that matters.
[FROM TOP: Home-made mince pies plus handmade sweets: gingerbread fudge, cheat choc-mint fudge and coconut ice; mulled wine at the Glasgow Christmas market and the handmade kits that tasted better than I've ever made before; handmade Christmas crackers; the best Christmas ever courtesy of my sister - gin and Swizzles!; presents under the tree at Monkey Towers; Ezille relaxing in front of a festive open fire at home in the West Midlands.]
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