It’s been a lovely Chelmsford Christmas, but an eventful one if catching a cold was an Olympic sport. I woke up yesterday with a sore throat, and an achy head, while today, a blocked nose and an occasional cough both signify the start of something. Quite what, I don’t know.
It was inevitable, though.
With Nik’s nearest and dearest having suffered in the run-up to the Yuletide week, and during the two days that mattered most, I’m not surprised that whatever bug it is didn’t passed me by.
But, although they may have been a sniffly two days, they were full of fun and laughter, and the most enjoyable Christmas for quite a while. Mum and Bart even came down from the wilds of Suffolk to visit, en route to the Netherlands.
Card games old and new were played and learned, new introductions made, and curled up cats tickled. As for the food and presents; well, the amount of both bordered on the obscene.
And the festivities aren’t over yet.
Of course, 2008 is now just around the corner, and what with my 34th birthday on New Year’s Eve, preparations for a quiet celebration are being made, and resolutions are being pondered. With more cards already sitting on the sideboard waiting to be opened, that Christmas feeling is set to last for a couple more days.