Hot here, brutally bright sunshine, warm breeze, not a cloud in the sky.
I am waiting for my family to arrive. I am hosting this year. They will be stupidly early for lunch. That’s how they are.
I can’t cook, but I will do my best. Crispy garlic chicken with hasselback potatoes and a dessert that is essentially pavlova in a glass. The amazing package of goodies I got from my ex will provide the best of the meal: Home made snacks that actually take skill to make.
We will drink champagne and watch people in the park do their family things.
We are lucky. I know this. For all sorts of reasons.
I have organised the to-and-fro for my flight to visit the sunshiney man over New Year. I’m looking forward to it. Unusual for me: I am feeling it as a respite from peopling. It’s a positive and unexpected feeling.
For those who struggle at this time of year, I send you good wishes and hope you have the space and energy to do something sweet for yourself.
Happy Christmas to those who celebrate it *throws glitter*.