I went Christmas shopping at the Westfield Shopping Centre for the very first time with my 10 year old Little Princess today, and what an experience!
Designer, exclusive and popular stores galore. Christmas lights, decked halls and Christmas crooning all around. Champagne flutes, chocolate covered pretzels and gleaming crispy creams of my dreams. I was in my element.
I have never seen so many shops all under one roof. It was amazing, and I’m glad to say, I’ve still got it. My Little princess ran out of steam a long time before me. I could have shopped, hopped and scoffed the whole day. Those young ones, just aren’t made of the same stuff are they?
I think an early night is on the cards for the Little Princess tonight. Don’t you?
The time has finally arrived. I will be rummaging through, under and in boxes, trunks and chests. Boxes in lofts, trunks in cupboards and chests in garages. Throughout the whole process I will be in fine mood!
Do you want to know WHY?
Because it’s Christmas of course!
I shall be dressing my adorable Christmas tree and decorating my little abode with as many decorations as possible with my family. Nat King Cole will be crooning, Bing will be whistling and Frank will be smouldering the air waves all day and night.
Amidst it all, fruity mince pies and rich double cream will continue to flow, seeing as I have been eating them for the last two weeks anyway. Christmas has finally arrived.
I am wondering what would it be like to have a family Christmas in the Caribbean sunshine. This is something I have never experienced.
I adore Christmas in England, and liken it to what Christmas would be like in the United States of America, our nearest comparison. Every Christmas I have only ever experienced what has always and only been freezing cold. Sometimes with lovely thick snow on the ground, but freezing cold. Other times dull, miserable and wet outside, and as usual freezing cold, but I have never minded as I just adore the Christmas festive season.
I’ve also experienced Christmas in Cyprus on a few occasions, though many people are not aware it is very cold in Cyprus during the winter season. This experience made me realise how much I appreciate the invention of central heating.
I would now love to experience a new kind of family Christmas. A Christmas in Anguilla with the sun on my back and the sand between my toes. I would probably still lay on the festive spread and traditions, plus the snow effect decorations, it just wouldn’t be right, would it?. I would probably also light the flame effect fire for good measure, but an Anguillan Christmas would be a real treat, my Christmas treat, and why not!!
I’m up and about and feeling just a little better, shame the Vicks Vapour Rub still has to continue as an unfortunate companion.
My husband has been a treasure, fumbling around in the kitchen, starving himself up to the point when he has no choice but to attempt to feed himself. His efforts were actually very tasty, even though I suffered with continuous questions such as, “how do I do this?” and “how do I do that?” It was all worth it.
If I’m honest, I am a bit of a control freak and do like things done my way and done by ME, even though I know it’s to my benefit to be done for me. I admit it, I know. I’m annoying! At least I admit it, unlike most.
I made the most wonderful golden, crunchy, yet fluffy roast potatoes for dinner today.
My husband couldn’t pass them by. He ate his portion, then stole a potato from my plate, whilst I was engaged in conversation. If that wasn’t enough, he coaxed the Little Princess to part company with part of her portion, then polished off the gravy sodden portion on my son’s plate.
This has to be the ultimate compliment. Believe it or not, when he finished his final mouthful he said “I don’t think I will need any snacks tonight” I should think not!!
There’s a pile of laundry with my name on it, and I just cannot muster the energy to deal with it at the moment.
There’s an expression the “The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak” and this sums me up with regards to this particular task today.
Funnily enough, when I did manage to muster some enthusiasm to tackle it, I decided to make cupcakes for the kids instead. I can’t explain it either. Your guess is as good as mine, as to whether or not the pile is tackled tomorrow.