The Way Things Were

 

Hello Everyone,

Here I am, two days in a row.  What is happening I hear you ask?  Well, as it`s getting near Christmas, my favourite time of the year I can now use all the great graphics I`ve collected from all you talented people and I can`t let them go to waste.  Anyway why not indeed if I have the time.

 

My daily routines are going to be a lot different now Danny is here, he gets up in the morning about the same time as me.  We`re very smilar in the morning in that we don`t talk for about an hour after rising so we won`t bother each other, we`ll just silently go about our business...lol!  Today I did the ironing and with it of course were Danny`s designer shirts. I can`t afford to replace them without taking out a second mortgage so caution was the order of the day, was I glad when I`d finished without burning a hole in them...lol!

I prepared a roast chicken dinner today, one of the meals that he doesn`t cook for himself and I`m happy to report that he ate every bit.  In fact,  he is also being so helpful that I`m sure it`s not lost on Jim who occasionally raises an eyebrow when he offers to load the dishwasher or vacuum the carpet...lol!  Can this be the Danny who never lifted a finger without much complaint?  Or has he been captured by aliens and returned to earth a new man? Methinks the years of living alone have taught him an independence I`d never have thought possible. Hooray for The Golden Child who has returned to the fold...lol!

          Often when I think about Christmas my mind wanders back to the late 1950`s when my family were still together and I had a happy home life.  It was a time of great anticipation and hope for the future.  I never believed in Santa because I was afraid of a strange man coming in the house so Dad told me the truth when I was very little, thankfully it never did me any harm though I did ruin the dreams of some of my little friends who believed in him implicitly...wasn`t I horrible...lol!  But I digress....Christmas for me DID mean the birth of Jesus even though we weren`t particularly religious.  I would float around the house on Christmas morning singing my favourite carols and on one occasion wearing the roller skates that Mum and Dad had bought me.  Nothing seemed to upset me and even though I was an only child until I was eight I always kept myself amused.  I never even questioned why my parents bought me a games compendium even though I had no one to play them with, I just played against myself, at least I always won that way!  Oh yes, Chistmas was a joyful time up until my mother left home on December 12th 1963....I hated Christmas for years after that.  But when I was married and Kerry was born, all the joy came back and hasn`t left me since.  Now Roman is here it just gets better and better and I will love it always.   Tell me, what are your memories of Christmas past, just leave a comment, I`d love to know.

Hmm...tomorrow it`s back to work, I wonder whether it`ll be very busy?  Usually it`s at it`s busiest at weekends when I don`t work and from what I hear of them I`m very grateful that I don`t, I`m quite happy to plod along at a steady rate without being rushed off my feet.  It`s going to be a busy week one way or another because I have to collect a prescription tomorrow afternoon on the way home from work, Tuesday I have to go into town to buy the last remaining pressies, though I`ll bet I`ll still have to buy a few more bits and pieces.  Mind you I still haven`t bought anything for Jim, he`s a nightmare to buy for as he has no idea what he wants and anything I suggest is met with a ` don`t know`.  Any suggestions please?....anything as long as it`s not to do with fishing,he doesn`t have room for anymore..lol!

Anyway, my friends I must go, not to read journals because, for once, I`m up to date with them.  No, I want to play some Bookworm and see if I can get a decent score.  I hope you all have a lovely Sunday evening, take care and Cheerio for now. :o)