The article I needed to write is almost finished: I just need a final short sentence to end it. Something not too trite about brighter days being on the horizon.
My donkey monologue is also drafted but I need to time it as we're squeezing lots of writings in to the carol service so have to keep them shortish.
The prayer went down well yesterday - thank you for the lovely comments on it - so this morning I was feeling quite relaxed and calm. Then I realised my cleaner would be turning up in ten minutes and I was still in my nightie.
But I've finished my Christmas shopping. Now it's just waiting for deliveries, which make every day seem like Christmas as I have no idea what's expected when, so they're all surprises!
The trouble with ordering books for people is that they arrive and then I want to read them. Speaking of reading, I am struggling through 1984. I get the point but it's very cheerless - obviously - and I can't see a happy ending so think I will abandon it and find a jolly Christmas murder to get into!
I sat down and watched Happy Ex-Mas yesterday afternoon. Usual sort of Christmas standard film, not going to win any Oscars, but very pretty.
And later on I'm going to help dish up the Christmas dinner for the Man Shed in church. Man Shed started about six years ago with three people; this year they have thirty-one men coming for Christmas lunch, and as the organiser said yesterday, "For some of them it's the only Christmas lunch they'll have."
I'm not a regular volunteer but she said she needed some people to man a production line filling the plates. I'll try and get some photos too.
The weather has been grim the last few days with really heavy rain and short intermittent dry patches so I haven't been getting out and getting photos. I'll have to look for an old one to brighten up this post.
Oh, Daughter just messaged me to ask which hotel I preferred (for our Iceland trip). One advertises that it has the oldest human remains in Iceland. Perfect, that's what I look for in a hotel.
Our tree last year.
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Those Icelanders really know how to draw in tourists.
Yes, heads up, "1984" does not end well. And the hotel with the oldest human remains in Iceland -- I hope those are not previous guests.
In Rejkjavik go see the church shaped like a pipe organ.
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