I didn’t think we’d ever get there. The main courses are cooked and in the freezer, the chickens have been cleaned, the cards have been hung up and the presents have (almost) all been wrapped. With tomorrow being Christmas Eve, we’ve not stopped since we finished work last Thursday night and have had barely a minute to ourselves (which I know is usual for this time of year, but this Christmas seems to have been extra busy).
I’ve found that frustrating and like the snow on the ground here in Essex, the Christmas preparations have seemingly gone on too long this year. It’ll be worth it in three days’ time, though, as we can spend more time with the family rather than in the kitchen, but it has meant that we’ve less time to catch up with end of year jobs and have some time to spend on our personal projects, but there’s always next week. Hopefully my prickly sore throat and tickly cough which appeared today will have gone by then.
If we didn’t have this week off work, I don’t know what we’d have done. It all seems to have started to slow down a bit today, though. After popping into town for a few more bits, hitting (a pleasantly quiet) ASDA for a handful of wrapping paper to finish Nik’s presents and collecting the car with its new MoT, the remaining list of jobs can be counted in one hand. Which of course means that tomorrow, we can have some fun ourselves before the proper, real (and welcome) chaotic family festive fun begins.