December 25th 2017
Today is Christmas Day – in case you hadn’t figured it out. It was a weird one. It was, I think, the first time in my life that I didn’t eat Christmas dinner with my Mum and Dad.
For the beginning period of my life — I can’t remember until exactly when — we ate Christmas dinner at my Nan and Grandad’s house. And then, for the next period of my life, we had it at Mum and Dad’s house. Until this year.
Because I’m 24 now, and the youngest of three kids, things have started to change. My eldest sister has her own house, with her own fiancé(e?) in London, so she spent Christmas up (across?) there in London with him.
My other sister is a doctor, and had to work from 9am to 9pm today.
–(quick sidebar to say a Special Christmas shoutout to my doctor sister. Doctors are brilliant. The NHS is brilliant. Nurses are brilliant. We’re all very lucky to have them, and should always be thankful for everything they do. Also, happy Christmas to everyone else, but… Y’know. )–
So it would’ve just been me at my Mum and Dad’s. And there’s something a bit sad about that. I think it would have felt incomplete without everyone else.
So, I suggested that this year we changed things up. I said that mum and dad should stay at their’s, and I’d go with Alice to her family’s.
I still went over to my mum’s for a champagne breakfast of eggs benedict (and some presents)
It seemed like mum was a bit bored, because she had nothing really to do. Usually she starts cooking the roast dinner before 9am, but this year her and dad were having Lobster Thermidor, so nothing needed doing. In a weird way, I think she missed the stress of cooking. It gives her something to do.
From what I hear, they had a nice evening though. And we did too.
We ate a meat plate at 2, and then a roast at 6.
Until tomorrow, Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad.