
Tuesday December 24th. 1 hour to midnight. Thought I would have a glass of Sherry to celebrate Christmas. Nothing in the house. Hmm! Oh well! Glass of Ribena instead.
Christmas Day. Everything closed. Had some guests for lunch. Ordered a takeaway from the local karahi. After some rummaging, I found a tiny bottle of wine tucked away at the back of the dresser. It was a Marks and Spencer St Michael’s own label. Don’t know how old it is. But wine keeps, doesn’t it? Every year divers dredge up ancient bottles of wine from a sunken shipwreck. Then somebody drinks it. But nobody wanted to drink this. So it’s gone back in the cupboard for next year.
Is it me, or is Christmas- New Year break getting longer? Closing everything down for a week now seems par for the course. When I started work many years ago, we actually worked New Year’s Day. Wasn’t an issue. Then somebody decided to make it a bank holiday. And until a couple of years ago, there was also a few days between Boxing Day and New Year when you could catch up with stuff. Never understood why there are no trains or buses on Christmas Day but you can still catch a plane to New York.
