Well that’s it folks. 2018 is now but a distant memory and 2019 lies ahead full of potential and suchlike. I hope you all had a glorious festive period and are full of vigour and vim for the new year. You’d probably imagine that, being in the prime of our lives, we’d have welcomed in the New Year with a bang and been out partying hard until the dawn broke. You could not, however, be more wrong. We did, in fact, start the New Year in very much the same style as we left it; TMM fell asleep on the floor halfway through Sherlock Gnomes whilst I snuggled with the cat. He woke up just in time for Jools Holland to hug everyone on the set of his Hootananny, gave me a kiss and we stumbled to bed and were both asleep by about 12.35am. It was delightful. You might think us boring, but spending the night huddled up together is pretty much all we need. So suck it.
It’s a hard life for some
I’m really not surprised that it ended up as it did though. TMM is constantly about 5 times sleepier than anybody else generally and after the epic Christmas feasts he prepared (note the plural) I definitely think he was deserving of some early nights. We (and by we I 100% mean TMM) hosted our first proper Christmas this year, like h’actual adults. Usually we spend our holidays travelling all over the country to visit various family groups and don’t really do much at home. This year however, we had Mother, my sister and her partner staying with us for a whole 3 days. TMM excelled himself in every way and everyone was fed, watered and amused with minimal stress. Admittedly, our sleeping arrangements left a little to be desired, for despite having plenty of rooms, they’re all tiny and you can’t fit beds in them. As such my sister and her partner had the main bed, Mother and I slept on air beds – I graciously gave her the good mattress and had the one that kept deflating rudely and poor TMM had the floor).
However, us being us, we obviously still did a little travelling because we are incapable of staying in one place for more than five minutes. We visited friends for cheese and wine (because we are nothing if fancy) and then went for a surprisingly wonderful breakfast in a vegan café called Wild & Wild. We spent some time with TMM’s clan, having curry on Christmas eve and then passing round presents and catching up with his grandparents on Christmas morning (TMM and his mum had a rather dramatic game of Othello and I think we may have started some kind of games tournament without realising). We also nipped down to the homeland for a day or so to see my various aunts, uncles, cousins and Neens. We had a go at the customary Christmas Treasure Hunt Tradition, though admittedly most of the childerbeasts had already completed it so I think that we had a head start. We still enjoyed ourselves immensely though and Santa Neens excelled herself once again. Sadly, we didn’t have time to play the yearly family game of Cards against Humanity (because there really is nothing funnier that watching your grandmother say “cheeky bum sex” with unmitigated glee in her eyes) but we’ll make sure to save it for next time.
We were lucky enough to spend some time actually at home though. On Christmas Eve we got to snuggle up adorably in our new slippers and with our Book Flood books – I already knew that mine was the next installment of the Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch, but I was still dangerously excited about it. (For those of you who have never read any of the series, I demand that you do so immediately because it is excellent). We got back from TMM’s parent’s house in time to spend half an hour relaxing before my lot turned up, greeted at the door with a glass of fancy clementine and cranberry bucks fizz and some pate on toast (because we are hella fancy). Over the next few days, we mainly slobbed around eating like royalty (TMM had prepared a full Christmas dinner for one day, an orange glazed ham and homemade vegetable soup for another and people had brought/prepared puddings galore), interspersed with casual Christmas walks. We even got to enjoy some Christmas pudding and sherry with Molly, who was practically apoplectic with joy at having both my Mother and sister pay her a visit. We did have to take them twice (which I don’t think they were expecting), because we popped round on Boxing Day only to find her getting ready to be picked up for a late Christmas dinner; she was so enraged at the thought she wouldn’t get to spend much time with us that we promised to bring everyone round again the day after. She made us all eat our own bodyweight in cake, take photos with her and spent a good five minutes staring in disbelief at my sister (because she looks far younger that she should).
Perving in Keele Hall and imagining our lives as the British wing of Charlie’s Angels. Molly was mainly just excited to have a sherry with someone.
Overall though, it went swimmingly and TMM once again proved himself to be worth his weight in chocolate. Without him, I can categorically state that I would have starved, been lost in the woods or died through lack of attention. This holiday clearly cemented our status as a functioning human male and his pet cat in girlfriend form. He’s also given me my new purpose this year, for which I am immensely grateful. He sat with me the other weekend whilst I was trawling through my Pinterest account, lamenting the fact I’ve never gotten round to actually trying a majority of the things on there (not for lack of trying – I have numerous boards specifically dedicated to craft, each labelled helpfully with encouraging names like “Craft”, “Craft Projects Go”, “Things To Try” and “Etsy” and “Well that’s clever”). He suggested I maybe try something new with my blog, in an attempt to make it more topical, easier to keep up and possibly more interesting to read – actually completing craft projects from my to-do list. He pointed out that I could look to do one a month and write about it as I go; the materials used, why I’m interested in them, how easy or difficult they are and anything else that springs to mind. Some of the ones I’ve already pinned are nice simple ones that I could do in a night and some are big projects that might take the whole month in achieve, but it gives me something to dedicate myself to, widens my craft sphere and will hopefully draw the attention of either Cath Kidson or Kirsty Allsop (who will in fact be so amazed by my skills and ability they will hire me immediately).
What do you think Readers? Is this something you’d be interested in? Would you care to travel the wild and windy path of craft exploration with me?