|Please don't let them ever retire - |
I won't know what to do at Hogmanay without them
I also realise that I have have eaten more than my body weight in turkey and mince pies.
Sometimes on the same PLATE.
On the bright side, Sonshine and I have written all our thank you cards. OK - so we might not actually have posted all of them, but I think getting them all written in December is a Good Thing.
We are the only family that we know that still writes thank you cards. Please tell me that I'm not the only person in the world who still does this?
Tomorrow night is the night where we turn to face the incoming year with as much courage as we can drink....our little minds bursting with Good Intentions and Great Expectations. Oh yes, along with Downton Abbey, Great Expectations was the only other thing I recall deliberately tuning in to see this Christmas....
I will be preparing a mince pie - with MINCE and ONIONS and ALLSPICE. Which is ALMOST lasagna. I am good at lasagna. Less good at mince pies.
I will be serving the mince pie with piping hot butter beans. I will be FORCING my guests to eat this traditional accompaniment, even though it means we will all be farting loudly and self-consciously on the sofa whilst waiting for The Bells. Not the whisky. The actual bells. At midnight.
There will be a great deal of alcohol because We Are Scottish and we cannot, apparently enjoy ourselves without a bottle in one hand and, well, a bottle in the other hand. Sadly, my powers of recovery are so much slower than they were when I was in my twenties.
In my twenties I could stay up all night dancing and drinking and snogging deeply inappropriate boys with leather jackets and old motorbikes and in my forties? In my forties I just want to have a quiet game of Scrabble and go to bed.
What I will be doing instead is serving up a mince pie dinner at around 11pm, ensuring that my guests have a constantly full glass until about 1am. We will watch TV, bemused by people in kilts playing tunes that we don't know on their accordions and fiddles and we will wonder who the hell chooses the dresses for Jackie Bird (BBC Scotland's answer to Tess Daly). We will get sad and weepy (part of the Scottish psyche).
I will slip away quietly, only to be found face down on the duvet in Sonshine's room an hour later. Probably fully-clothed and possibly with the bucket that we use to wash the cars secreted helpfully next to the bed. Just in case.
At around 3am I will waken, desperate for a cheese scone and wander around the darkened house wondering whether any of my facebook friends are awake in the US or Oz.......I will switch on the mac and I will tell them all that I love them. REALLY LOVE THEM. Then I will go upstairs to bed. Possibly on all fours. And I will lie in bed feeling unwell. And I will possibly get sad and weepy again. Because I am Scottish. Not because there is Anything Actually Wrong.
I will begin my New And Improved Life (NAIL) with my Healthy Eating Regime at approximately 10am on 1 January and fall off the NAIL wagon secretly in the kitchen at approximately 10.33am as I eat the bacon and egg scraps off Sonshine's plate as it comes through to get washed.
It's been another lovely year in which my loved ones and myself have made it through unscathed. And that's all I'm really hoping for for ALL of us in 2012 too.
.....see you back here at about 3am on 1 January, I suppose!
To your very good health!
Cheers! *clinks glass on mac screen*