My Christmas Day in pictures.

I’d been meaning to do a day in pictures for a while, but not yet got round to it. So I decided, what better day to do it than Christmas Day?

My original idea for a day in pictures was actually to take a picture every hour, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t stick to that. Time kind of ran away with me, and I wasn’t clock watching. So, this is my Christmas Day 2013 in pictures:

Chats with the family first thing (Christmas Eve night UK time):


My traditional Christmas Day morning run (can’t miss that!):


Going out for dinner so I decided to glam up a bit when getting ready. Not worn mascara for months!:


Pre-dinner preparations, including champagne:

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CHRISTMAS DINNER! South African/Aussie mix of turkey, roasties, pumpkin, peach salad, beans, cranberry gravy and christmas pudding. YUM.

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New friends:


Afternoon champagne after dinner:



Later on, two bottles of champers down:



We move onto Moscato. DELICIOUS!:



Early evening, riding home in the sunshine:





Chilled out evening watching National Lampoon with the cat and dog, eating pizza and Toblerone:

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Then some Google hangouts with some buddies. Karl wasn’t too keen on having his photo taken:


Washing up. Got to be done:



Then a mammoth FaceTime session with the family on their Christmas Morning (late Xmas Day night/early Boxing day morning here). I was in the iPad, propped up on the sofa and it was just like I was in the room for a bit. Lots of laughs and giggles. And I look orange because of THE LIGHT:

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Bedtime. Ok, so this was actually the early hours of Boxing Day morning but it still counts, as it’s the last thing I did:  



Pretty perfect day.

Let’s not say goodbye…

Today I said goodbye to two of my most precious things. My cat and my car. Not goodbye in that sense, they’re both still alive and kicking. Jinx has gone to live with my ex-husband and Mister Too has been sold. Because of my travelling.

I move out of my house next week and can’t take Jinx with me. And I certainly can’t take her round the world with me. So my ex-husband came over tonight for a bit of tea and then took her back to the house she used to live in before I moved here. I know she’ll be well looked after, well loved and will be in familiar surroundings. It doesn’t make it any easier though. She’s been my cat for nearly 10 years. We got her when she was 3 or 4 from the Cats Protection League. Sim wanted broadband, I wanted a cat. We got both.

She’s a top cat. Cute and tiny. Black with a little white tip on the top of her tail, like it’s been dipped in paint. She’s got one white whisker amongst the other black ones. Stands with one front leg in the air sometimes. Head-butts a lot for attention. Sits on me in the mornings in bed when she wants me to get up and feed her. Knows when I’m upset or sad. Ignores me when I’m dancing round the house like a loon. Runs down the stairs to see me when I come home. Falls off things because her balance is a bit rubbish. Sneaks into cupboards when I’m not looking if I leave them open. Has the cutest miaow. Sticks her tongue out sometimes. Drinks my water when I’m not looking. Tries to eat my dinner. Stands on my computer when I’m typing.

She’s arthritic now, with hardly any teeth because she’s getting on a bit. But, she still runs around, is fluffy, full of life and hasn’t gone brown yet. She’s amazing, And now she’s gone. The house is already so empty without her. I’m very sad. I’ll go and see her before I go though. And I know she’ll be OK. Doesn’t mean it’s easy though.


And Mister Too. My lovely car. I’d had him (yes, it’s a bloke. All my cars are blokes) for nearly 6 years. I loved him. And I wouldn’t have let him go unless I had to. So nice to drive, I could just chuck him into corners and he’d stick to the road. Mostly. A few corners I might have had a few hairy moments. But, you’ve got to find the limits though, yes?

It was so nice to just drop the roof down and take off when the sun is shining. I did this quite a bit in the summers. But I also had the roof down in the winter. You know the, the odd people in their convertibles with their hats and scarves on in the winter. I thought the same before I got him. Weirdos. But, now I understand. I’ve been part of that club. Plus, he did have heaters. I remember one Christmas, the day after Boxing Day driving home with the roof down. Crisp dry winter day with the sun shining. I’ve also driven in the rain with the roof down. You don’t actually get wet as long as you drive over 50 mph, speed-style. And of course, driving at night in the dark with the roof down. Now that is special. Especially in the summer. Warm. Fresh air. Stars. Magical. I’ll miss him. I’m doing better with letting my cars go though, when I sold my last one (JR, my mini) I pretty much cried non-stop all day. Yep, all day. I still miss him.


I didn’t cry over Mister Too. Progress. I did cry over Jinx. Expected.

Tomorrow I go to Amsterdam with some mates for the weekend. I’m ready for it. Bring it.