Has anyone else detected a foreshortening of the diurnal cycle between Wednesday afternoons and Sunday evenings? OK, plain English…..do you find that there are just not enough hours in the day? In particular, what puzzles me is the fact that the hours between finishing work for the week (2pm on a Wednesday) and Sunday evening fly by at an alarming speed, much faster than the sixteen that I work from Monday to Wednesday.
Christmas is fast approaching and I have just two presents bought. With six children between us plus their six ‘other halves’, and eleven grandchildren, that’s twenty three people to choose gifts for before we even think of anyone outside the immediate family. I know that some people choose not to buy for children once grandchildren are born but this isn’t something I want to do. I like to give gifts to my children and the thought of not doing so would sadden me greatly. Neither do I want to join those who go for the ‘Secret Santa’ option. We’re rarely all together on Christmas Day so it just wouldn’t work very well.
Time was when all presents were bought and wrapped and all cards written well ahead of 1st December but those days are long gone. Every time I identify a slot for some serious Christmas shopping it gets filled up with some other commitment or more enticing lunch invitation. I am fortunate to have a large circle of friends and naturally the various groups like to get together at special times but I’ve reluctantly turned down two such invitations over the past couple of days. Too often I find myself apologising to friends for the fact that I haven’t caught up with them in ages. I just can’t fit it all in. My diary has not a single totally free day between tomorrow and 26th December.
Take this week. After work on Wednesday I did food shopping before going to daughter-in law to do her ironing and then she did my hair (regular readers will know that we have a reciprocal arrangement). On Thurdsay morning husband and I went over to Worcester so that I could buy fabric to re-cover a headboard. Apart from one priced at £299 which was way over my budget, I couldn’t find a new one in the shade I wanted so decided to reupholster our existing one. £30 for the fabric seemed a far better option.
Thurdsay afternoon was spent engaged in the actual task of reupholstering before making dinner and some chocolate brownies and, once we’d eaten, it was time for my manicure and eyebrow waxing appointments( it’s monthly maintenance week)!
Friday morning saw me at the gym. In theory I go three times a week; in practice I manage to get there twice. Bank, building society, M&S to return a faulty item and then a pile of ironing filled up the afternoon. On Saturday I met up with my eldest son and family at a garden centre where we spent a couple of hours being entertained by animated reindeer (can you believe that the children preferred these to the real ones?), watching the skaters on the temporary ice rink and admiring the huge displays of stunning decorations ….but seriously, who pays £5.99 for one bauble? Later we sat down to enjoy coffee and cake. I took a detour to a craft centre on the way home hoping to find a birthday gift for a friend. Unfortunately it is undergoing some alterations and the gift department was about 10% of its usual size. I came away empty handed so that’s another thing not yet crossed off the to-do list. In the afternoon I wrote some Christmas cards and a letter to the tax office, did a bit of housework before eldest grandson called in to pick up his birthday present.
Conscious of my recent commitment to finish the book by the end of April, I spent most of today writing but not until I had packed my suitcase. I’m off to Essex tomorrow after work. I’d hoped that my days of training courses were over but no such luck. I really object to the intrusion into my own (very limited) time.