This is the Resurrection!
No not the Stone Roses song and obviously being the 20th December not the religious type either, that would happen in April or whenever Easter deems to fall according to who ever decides these things. I've never understood how Easter moves months, surely if an event happens at sometime then the anniversary of that event should happen at the same time every year, should it not? My birthday (and yours unless you were born in a leap year and every 4 years your actual birthday date disappears then I guess you can then change months if you'd rather celebrate on the 1st of March rather than 28th February, although why would you wait if you had the chance to start partying earlier?) is the same time every year, as are my children's and my wedding anniversary, hell even Christmas is the same time, being the birth of Christ you'd know they'd get that one right, although I have heard that he was actually born in October but who knows and no-one can check, there's no records that go back that far. I know these things because my Mum has been doing our family tree and the records get sketchy the further back you go! Mind they also get sketchy when people had things to hide, so perhaps that's why, Mary faked his actual birth date, Joseph isn't his real father but she pretended to be pregnant 2 months longer to conceal the fact she's been rolling in the stable with a wise man (he wasn't so wise as to use contraception though was he) a little while before she fell with child with her hubby!!
I'm sorry I digress, it's the stress of the holiday season, it's sending me delirious!
So back to the resurrection I'm meaning, let's attempt a resurrection of this 'ol blog!
I'm writing my Christmas cards. It's 00:03 now the 21st December, nowt like leaving it to the last minute, could have saved a mortgage payment in stamps if I'd done it back in November, like the sickeningly organised people, I'd long to be. Now I have to pay for 1st class stamps, so consider that your Christmas present when it lands on your doormat, it'll have cost enough to be one!
I don't do Christmas very well, I'm so unorganised at the best of times, so this is nothing unusual. To be honest I don't like Christmas, I'm more a Halloween girl must be the witch in me. I've disliked Christmas since my precious second child came along, nothing to do with her it's when my post natal depression took hold and the feelings from that kinda stuck, I'm great at faking the joy of it all though. I've hated Christmas even more since I lost my Dad, 2 years ago, no I'm not careless and left him in a shopping centre down in Milton Keynes, parked up in his wheelchair outside Boots, he left me, he ceased to be, he's extinct, he is no more, he's an ex Dad and I miss him more than I let on now, there's a point where people expect you to be over it and can't be bothered with you still grieving! I haven't sent cards for 2 years, I made a donation to his favourite charity instead but apparently there's only so long you can do that too, without old relatives and friends getting the hump you've not sent one again this year!
I'm digressing again and getting all melancholy, you can't be doing that at Christmas can you, you have to "pull yourself together" for the sake of the children!
Back to the cards, which I really must do, I've only written one another infinite number to go....
I have my address book ready and gone through so I have an idea of who's making the card list this year...
Discovered I have no one in my book with the surname beginning with D, E, F, I, K, N, O, Q, T, U, V, X, Y, Z. Now the more obscure letters I understand but N and T come on!
Right must write these cards
*Normal service may resume soon, if it does I doubt the writing will be any less awl owa the place than this, it's coming out my brain this way, it's probably why I never get anything done and so disorganised!