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gothams3rdrobinOtherwise known as 'Boxing Day' to those of us outside the welsh-speaking community (which, alas, includes me)
I wish I could say I was still all "IT'S CHRISTMAS!", but I haven't been like that for many years now. Though there was an absolutely wonderful hour Christmas Morning, when Rowan got up and discovered what Father Christmas had left for him.
He got up just a little before eight (thank goodness!) and was initially a little unsure it actually was morning (we're not in the Arctic Circle, but it's still unbearably dark around here before eight am). Once he was certain it was okay, he went into the living room while I dragged my sorry arse out of bed. From then on, every couple of minutes was "*gasp* Mummah! Look!" *grins* These fleeting moments need to be cherished.
Father Christmas left him a thank you note for the slice of chocolate cake and Shrek mug of milk, and brought him pretty much everything he asked for this year (I'm so grateful he didn't really absolutley want much!) His haul from me this year was as follows; Playmobil Pirate Ship, two Lazytown DVDs, the Lunar Jim 'Lunar Crawler' and action figure, a Cleveland Indians foam baseball bat and ball set, a catchers mitt and 'Sumsy' from Bob The Builder. Everyone else got him the usual cars, sweets, clothes etc., so he's done quite well.
Me, I got that picture of our primary school Mam got at the school fayre, a coat that doesn't fit me (despite being a size 18...I hate the fact I have to wear 20s sometimes....), some chocolates, some smellies and £20 worth of gift vouchers - one of which I had to sell to Mam 'cause I practically never shop in that particular store *rolls eyes* Plus![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phoebesmum let me read one of the Sports Night fics she wrote for Christmas! That was cool.
My gift from Rowan was four Terry's Chocolate Oranges, two milk chocolate, one dark and one mint rather than orange. Mam got those for me on his behalf, and was extremely pissed off when Barrie asked him this morning what he'd given me for Christmas. After all, five year olds have loads of disposable income with which to buy presents, right?
This is somewhat of a 'Bah Humbug' post, and I apologise for that, but I don't really enjoy Christmas anymore. We had to rush through breakfast in order to get to my parents place in time to see my sister and her family (though that was nice - my adorable neice Jessica's growing up so quickly!) and then it was just the four of us for dinner. I'd barely been in the house a minute before I had to listen to Mam bitch about Dad; he was being his usual arse-lazy self, and hadn't gotten her anything for Christmas besides a card. He'd suggested they buy each other passports this year, so they'd be able to go away on holiday sometime, should the finances work in their favour. Of course, passports are expensive and require some paperwork so Mam wasn't exactly enthusiastic, and she got him a little something else anyway. He also spent most of the day sat in his chair, often asleep, leaving me to have to go help Mam in the kitchen all the time.
In the afternoon we went to my paternal grandparent's place to see them. Grampy's somewhat upset they couldn't come to us for dinner as they have for the last several years, but his health's pretty poor right now. I still don't really know all the details, though I did learn yesterday that the cancer's spread from his prostate to his bones. He doesn't expect to be here next year, but I'm shutting that out of my mind. At his age his life expectancy is low anyway, and I was quietly relieved he was around when Rowan was born. I'm glad my maternal grandfather got to see him too, but that's by-the-by.
Mam was nearly guilted into us all going to see her sister in the evening, due to a phone call by my maternal grandfather's widow. Thankfully the fact Rowan was getting tired (and therefore somewhat disobedient), and that the rest of us weren't all that enthusiastic, talked her out of it. I do have a sneaking suspicion we'll end up going this evening though *sigh*
Haven't seen the Doctor Who Christmas Special yet, as Mam and Dad were watching Deal Or No Deal. But they did tape it for me, so I shall be watching it at some point today.
So there you go. That was my Christmas, and now I have to clean up the mess in my flat. Gonna have to get some serious sleep in tonight before work in the morning. I'm hoping to do something for New Year, since there's fireworks in the city centre again.
I wish I could say I was still all "IT'S CHRISTMAS!", but I haven't been like that for many years now. Though there was an absolutely wonderful hour Christmas Morning, when Rowan got up and discovered what Father Christmas had left for him.
He got up just a little before eight (thank goodness!) and was initially a little unsure it actually was morning (we're not in the Arctic Circle, but it's still unbearably dark around here before eight am). Once he was certain it was okay, he went into the living room while I dragged my sorry arse out of bed. From then on, every couple of minutes was "*gasp* Mummah! Look!" *grins* These fleeting moments need to be cherished.
Father Christmas left him a thank you note for the slice of chocolate cake and Shrek mug of milk, and brought him pretty much everything he asked for this year (I'm so grateful he didn't really absolutley want much!) His haul from me this year was as follows; Playmobil Pirate Ship, two Lazytown DVDs, the Lunar Jim 'Lunar Crawler' and action figure, a Cleveland Indians foam baseball bat and ball set, a catchers mitt and 'Sumsy' from Bob The Builder. Everyone else got him the usual cars, sweets, clothes etc., so he's done quite well.
Me, I got that picture of our primary school Mam got at the school fayre, a coat that doesn't fit me (despite being a size 18...I hate the fact I have to wear 20s sometimes....), some chocolates, some smellies and £20 worth of gift vouchers - one of which I had to sell to Mam 'cause I practically never shop in that particular store *rolls eyes* Plus
phoebesmum let me read one of the Sports Night fics she wrote for Christmas! That was cool.My gift from Rowan was four Terry's Chocolate Oranges, two milk chocolate, one dark and one mint rather than orange. Mam got those for me on his behalf, and was extremely pissed off when Barrie asked him this morning what he'd given me for Christmas. After all, five year olds have loads of disposable income with which to buy presents, right?
This is somewhat of a 'Bah Humbug' post, and I apologise for that, but I don't really enjoy Christmas anymore. We had to rush through breakfast in order to get to my parents place in time to see my sister and her family (though that was nice - my adorable neice Jessica's growing up so quickly!) and then it was just the four of us for dinner. I'd barely been in the house a minute before I had to listen to Mam bitch about Dad; he was being his usual arse-lazy self, and hadn't gotten her anything for Christmas besides a card. He'd suggested they buy each other passports this year, so they'd be able to go away on holiday sometime, should the finances work in their favour. Of course, passports are expensive and require some paperwork so Mam wasn't exactly enthusiastic, and she got him a little something else anyway. He also spent most of the day sat in his chair, often asleep, leaving me to have to go help Mam in the kitchen all the time.
In the afternoon we went to my paternal grandparent's place to see them. Grampy's somewhat upset they couldn't come to us for dinner as they have for the last several years, but his health's pretty poor right now. I still don't really know all the details, though I did learn yesterday that the cancer's spread from his prostate to his bones. He doesn't expect to be here next year, but I'm shutting that out of my mind. At his age his life expectancy is low anyway, and I was quietly relieved he was around when Rowan was born. I'm glad my maternal grandfather got to see him too, but that's by-the-by.
Mam was nearly guilted into us all going to see her sister in the evening, due to a phone call by my maternal grandfather's widow. Thankfully the fact Rowan was getting tired (and therefore somewhat disobedient), and that the rest of us weren't all that enthusiastic, talked her out of it. I do have a sneaking suspicion we'll end up going this evening though *sigh*
Haven't seen the Doctor Who Christmas Special yet, as Mam and Dad were watching Deal Or No Deal. But they did tape it for me, so I shall be watching it at some point today.
So there you go. That was my Christmas, and now I have to clean up the mess in my flat. Gonna have to get some serious sleep in tonight before work in the morning. I'm hoping to do something for New Year, since there's fireworks in the city centre again.
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Date: 2006-12-26 01:55 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the fic - I'm sure the recipient didn't mind sharing!
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Date: 2006-12-27 09:10 am (UTC)It was very good! I'm glad you shared it with me.
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Date: 2006-12-27 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:17 pm (UTC)But thank you. I appreciate it.
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:23 pm (UTC)In general I hate routine - silent killer and all that - but there are ways in which I need it or I wouldn't function. *shrugs*
*huggles tight*
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:27 pm (UTC)I think routine is good in that you know what to expect. That's the part I really like. Makes it easy to plan. :)
*snugs with happiness*