Not quite literally. Having Christmas everyday would be largely impractical, expensive and after a while, probably quite boring, but in terms of me and the old life, I do wish the whole year was like this. There are happy fluids flowing around my brain, all of my friends have returned from their university ventures and I seem to be largely occupied, hence the lack of blog. It feels like a long time ago that I was bemoaning the lack of drive I feel, as I now don't feel alone in being like that. Everyone is winding down for what I'm certain will be a superb festive period.
After the busy first couple of days at work, in which I was largely bored and running around like it was the end of the world, I have simply enjoyed the company of good friends, and old. On Tuesday evening, I was treated to a Harvester from Monsieur Field, (we're doing rounds!), where we had a good old catch up on events that mainly included our rants and his upcoming globetrotting. I then walked to the pub, found out I was late for the quiz and squeezed into the group to contribute to what was a losing effort in the end. Can someone tell me this actually. Robbie Williams kicked footballs into the crowd at his gigs didn't he?
Yesterday, I spent a very quick and generally uneventful morning at work, before a certain Kettle appeared on the other side of the glass at a good time and I accompanied him and Billie to town for lunch and a coffee, before heading off to the cricket club for a meeting with a pair of businessmen who are interested in hiring out the clubhouse for the winter and use it as a bar. This was the only time of this week where I have felt uneasy. These two gentlemen were asking me questions I didn't know the answers to, so we merely had to wait in near silence, waiting for the more knowledgeable secretary to turn up, whilst the two strangers walked around the freezing clubhouse trying to look interested in the design on the door to the toilets. They didn't look that impressed, bearing in mind the clubhouse is quite run down and... cold. Well, it is Winter after all! After walking home in the rain, I had a much needed power nap before a school reunion!
Now. After recent blogs, I would be lying if I were to say I wasn't expecting some questions. I wasn't nervous of answering them, but I was expecting people to say, "So Mitten, gay huh?" But they never came. I was sat at the end of the table, trying not just to digest my curry, but also the conversation which were as varied as old school memories, superhero films, murder laws and trying to find out what people had been up to since we left school in.... 2009! Blimey... That was a while back... It turns out my old friends from school hadn't changed at all much and they were pretty much the same as I remember, but then again, it was only 3 and a half years ago, so I would certainly have been surprised if they had grey hair and a mortgage. We then went to The Barley Mow, (again, I was certainly expecting a few lines aimed in my direction!), but, again, they never came and we enjoyed a couple of drinks over a few games of pool and listening to Burkitt murder his way through some Dean Martin on the karaoke machine before calling it a night. This was probably a good thing as I was about to go up and suggest a bit of One Direction!
After the hectic few days then, I woke up at half 1 this afternoon, which is much more like the old me and have done literally nothing since! Tomorrow looks set to be a crackerjack as a Friday night out on the tiles looks certain with... everyone! Another reunion!
Christmas is most certainly here, and it's great to be able to play a full part in it. Enjoying it in its entirety is a priviledge I haven't really had in a few years, so I CANNOT WAIT! Can you tell?
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