No Surprise

As you'd expect Christmas for me this year will be a mix of smiles and tears.

Smiles because I love baubles, candles and the fact that I've forgiven my next door neighbour for being an utter pain in the neck. A lot of strength comes from being magnanimous.
Tears will no doubt ruin my eye make-up as thoughts of mum accompany my festive preparations.And as her face appears in the steam on the kitchen window and her voice soothes as I peel yet another potato I will say "Merry Christmas, you old silly" and drop the spud in the pan.


This year's economically sound gift buying trips have been good but each one tainted by the fact that I didn't buy mum anything. Ouch!.Last year I bought her a wedding ring on account of the loss of her original ring (she was very upset about that) . 
This year the only losing going on was her losing her pain then me losing her.

But as I decorated the front room with coloured candles and a basket of tangerines  I talked to mum. I said I missed her and that I hoped she was ok.



This morning I'm off to see Hairy's Mum, the tiny feisty Viola. I've made up a small hamper for her and hubby, Trevor. It's stocked with chutney, cheeses, homemade cake and sugar free strawberry drops. (Vi being diabetic, but not a wholehearted one). Trevor will have what's left...

And that's what Christmas is about...Love. And inappropriate gifts!


Merry Christmas All.
Love
Angela x