Author: Nikki

I thought it was going to be a disaster, as Granddad started sniping almost as soon as we got there… Mum and Granddad are very very similar personalities, they are both “incendiary” types, and so, once they start sniping, the argument escalates out of all proportion very quickly. I, however, am extremly placid, and never give it back to either of them. No argument = No “fun”. 😉

He calmed down lots once I started cooking, and Mum boodled off to go and visit Nanny’s grave at the cemetary. I just don’t make a fuss, and so, he has no fuss to make about my lack of fuss! Simple.

I also think it helped one of my pressies from Mum was an album of all my baby pics! He got absorbed in it whilst I was busy, and that made him very happy. 🙂 I’ll post some of the best pics from it soon, but suffice it to say: I’m a Diva. I had a Pic taken of me at a club at the beginning of December, and I found a Picture of me ~age 4, in almost exactly the same pose!

My other spectacular pressie from Mum was a Fluorite Crystal Dragon (Pictures are at home, and I’m at work.) that I had been lusting after for about 3 months. It was in a cabinet at the Second Hand Ornament counter in John Lewis, and I’d been looking at it every time I went through to buy Yarn. He seemed to be saying “Rescue me!” (As some crystals do…) whenever I saw him, and I showed Mum when we were in there buying her some more eyelash and some of her own needles, and she sneaked back the day after and bought him for me! So cool.

I even got to do some knitting! After dinner, I cast on and mostly finished a hat for Karl, that when I finished it up on Boxing day and gave it to him on NYE, turned out nowhere near big enough for his bonce! Too tight and too short! I’d sized it too big for me but I’ve obviously got a much smaller head that him, so, I’ve got to rip it back an knit it again with another rib on each needle.

So, the day was pretty tickerty boo really, but I still managed to end it all in tears. As she dropped me off, Mum threw a flip comment at me about her feeling that I don’t like her. 🙁

I suspect this is because I totally opted out of Xmas, telling everyone that I was buying New Year Pressies instead. This year, I just really wasn’t feeling festive.

Also, although I gave her a really tiny thing over Dinner, because I knew she would be very upset if I gave her nothing on the day, I didn’t get her a Card.

I actually do this quite regularly, as quite honestly, I hate the concept of “Cards”. They are a huge waste of Trees, cost far more then they are actually worth and are just a general all round yukky commercial way of getting pennies from your pocket.

So, I tend to get her a Card every other year. Heck, Granddad just uses the Card I got him when I was 10! The Sentiment never changes, does it…

But anyway, the lack of Card this year got to her, and so Flip comment was made. Foolish me, I didn’t stock up on Ice-cream either, I really thought I would get away with no tears this year. Ahh, hope springs eternal…

The link is a little obscure, but Mr Blue Sky is summing up how I feel today!

Oh so wonderfully tired, and totally “Yummy yummy” is how I’m feeling, ain’t nothing going to take that away! I have big cheesy grins and happy dances.

Yep, I went home with Sunday chap after Putney Munch last night. I got 3 hours sleep and quite honestly, some extremely top quality luvin’

The Quiet Ones always surprise you, don’t they!

*and*

To continue in the theme of Total Mojo finding / Men are like Busses , a 3rd chap seems to have stepped up to the plate with offers as well!

It’s all good. 🙂 I do so love being an Ethical Slut. (And yes, that term does have a precise meaning…. Go Google.:-) )

It is strange, I totally envy the people that look forward to Family Xmas celebrations.

Even if it holds no significance to me anymore from a relegious standpoint, Xmas is still embedded in my psyche as a day of wonder and joy. And it is so not that anymore. I used to really love Xmas when I was young, and even getting on into my 20’s it was still really special.

It is really only since Nan died in ’95 that things have been getting steadily worse. I now hate Xmas with a passion. My Day goes something like this:

• Go to Granddad’s for Midday.
• Help Mum cook dinner
• Granddad gets back from the pub around 2pm, when he starts to critisise all the fuss that my mum and I are making over dinner, how much washing up we are creating, and genereally moaning at our “stupid women” way of doing stuff.
• We then dish up, he moans through dinner.
• After dinner, we clear, wash up etc and then have to watch Telly. We do this mostly in silence, as Granddad cannot hear very well, and so we are not allowed to talk…
• We sit there until ~10pm, when we are allowed to leave.
• I go home, eat ice-cream and cry.

That Xmas has become this jaded and predictable for me makes me very sad on a whole heap of levels.

This year, I’ve not even done any Xmas shopping, apart from a couple of small things that just leapt up and said “This is for XXX”, and I probably would have bought them as pressies for people anyway. (Cos I’m nice like that…)

I just want it all to go away. 🙁 Not a good thing really. I can’t even escape early this year, as I have no car.