“SICK” Season!
One and a half weeks to Christmas! Silly season is well upon us. Everything is TOO ……… cold, much, expensive, late, wet, dark,
drunk, SICK! Etc. In my own case, I wish
I were less sick and perhaps more motivated.
And yes, I am whining.
It feels like months since I went out for a run or had a
crazy party or went shopping, and even more months since I wrote anything good,
useful or in fact, at all.
So I’ve titled this “Sick” season instead of the overused
“Silly” season. This Christmas build up
has not been an abundance of cinnamon, mulled wine, ginger and cardamom scents
but rather menthol and eucalyptus smothered with chicken noodle soup, burnt
toast and marmite.
There is no warm glowing red-cheeked beauty, tipsy with
mulled wine and chestnuts. Yes there is
red, but rather fever shiny, dull eyed, red nosed grumpy tart with bulging
pockets of tissues and a frown.
“Snap out of it” I hear you say, well perhaps I will. Perhaps if it snows and the Nurofen kicks in
and I find the energy to actually leave the house, I can find an outdoor market
teeming with shoppers quaffing mulled wine and buying tat!
Here’s hoping.
Buon Natale
No really,
Happy Christmas!
