There are times when I don't blog because I am not really in the right frame of mind. Not miserable as such but just thinky. I tend to dwell and the thoughts aren't always those that I think would be right on here, a place where I try and present the lighter side of my life, the side that I would want to read rather than the moaning and introspection that I am sometimes given over to. Most of the times I am able to push the little niggles of day to day to the back of my mind and carry on regardless and be happy about it, but sometimes the Dementors set in and there is no way I am able to sit down and write without it all coming out wrong and so I don't post.
It's strange that I should have felt that way these past few days as it followed a blissful long weekend. Although perhaps that is why, nice weather and good company were snatched away in a trice it seemed! Mummy came over to England for a few days for a pre-Christmas visit, bringing the sunshine of Spain with her. Two times in one year! Which considering the woman hasn't left Spain for about five years is a pretty considerable achievement. It's lovely having her here, not just because she spoils me rotten but to actually spend time with her where I spend my life brings all the separate strings of my life together in one place.
We did a lot of shopping. Mainly for Christmas. I have a new tree, six foot. A false one, I know, a heinous crime but necessary I feel to rid myself of the dread of not finding the right sort of real one. She also bought me a lot of new brights and balls to dress it with, going from a four foot tree to a six foot requires an awful lot of new stuff, doesn't it? Especially as G has put his foot down and demanded a real tree, just a small one so there will be two trees worth of brights needed. She also brought me all the goodies I need from home for a proper Christmas.
You see although G and I have been together for nearly five years we have never spent a Christmas in our own house, in fact we have never spent a Christmas together! I normally fly off to the pleasant climes of Spain where as he traipses off to the wilds of Wales. However, over the Summer we decided that we had better bite the bullet and rather than play favourites we are spending it alone, in our delicious house with our two trees and food all of our own.
Trying to blend two sets of traditions is proving interesting though, a fair bit of compromising is taking place, hence the two trees. There are some necessaries for both of us, cranberry sauce for him, mushy peas for me and there will hopefully be some new traditions that we build that are just ours. Not sure what they will be though. I imagine they come as they will, I don't think anyone sits down and says, right, that will become a tradition? Or do they?
So, anyway. Hopefully I've chased the Dementors away for a while and I will be settled and serene over this jolly festive period. Pictures will be taken of the new brights and prettiness that has been arriving through my door the last few days. Some even from some fellow bloggers, you know who you are! Just need to wait for some light and a free weekend without any pesky family!
Oh yes. The picture at the top is the family home in Spain. M had some aerial pictures and brought me the cd over when she came. Another thread of my life settling into place, Spain home and blog. (The green pool at the top isn't ours I hasten to point out. Some people have no consideration for those who want pretty pictures! :-) )
