I wake up on the last day of this year. Will it be thrilling, I doubt it, I’ve seen a few, I’ve been to a few, I have even not tried to be consciousness for a few. To be fair, the last five I’ve either not been in England, or I’ve been ready to escape England for the snow, the white stuff I love so much to glide on. This year there is no such excitement. This year, this year I desire the white stuff more than ever because I know it is out of reach, and yet I want to jump in my car right now and disappear to those magic white frosty mountains, I truly ponder if I have made a mistake here. Will I ever see them again, I want to feel the crisp dry air, to see the beauty of those mountain tops stretch for miles, sitting there on the tip of a rugged mountain at the top of the world. Instead I look outside and see the grass, it is dull. It doesn’t even need mowing.
Of course I do now have a mirror in the bathroom. It is of course a magic mirror for it is held up by nothing. I’m not joking.
For some reason I get on with that second coat. I just do, I paint, I like to paint,it takes my mind of it, off the world, of the nothingness.
I then tidy up, this takes longer as I’m messy, so very messy.
But the end result is great, I hang my picture from Prague and the room is now so so so so much better.
I smile it make me happier, it may not be white, but it makes me happier.
And with that I hang my other favourite picture in my spare room. Perhaps it shouldn’t be here. Perhaps this room should be painted red. Perhaps I will but not today.
I make the bed for Les whilst the snowboard tease me. I could be there in twelve hours. I could. I get in the car, but not to cruise to France, but to nip to the shops.
I get back and my brother and Les turn up. What's more Les wasn’t joking.
He had got me another present, he said it came all the way from Washington for some reason, hence the delay. Even more surprising is what it was as I’d know idea what I’d asked for. I hope it is a good read like the other one.
And so whilst they settle and Beardy does a disappearing act once more.
We drink beer and I cook tea. A pie, a leek and chicken pie, with bacon too.
In with the pastry as I’m so good with it, and this is a real pie, pastry on all sides, not a casarole or stew with a pastry top. No a PIE.
with fork patterns around the edge and everything.
And in it goes, but how hot and for how long, does anyone know. Are we following a recipe? Nope. Do we have instructions? Nope. Do I bung it in at 200 Deg C and prey, Yes but not totally.
Sometime latter the chip shop has remand open for us, my brother goes collects the chips and then it closes behind him, they have made them fresh for us though!
I get a special ingredient out of the fridge, For Matt and Maddy got my some Champagne for moving in, and as I don’t drink very often I still have it, I wanted to share it and so kept it, and now this feels like the right moment to open it.
And as I don’t actually like Champagne I can confirm this is the best Champagne I personal have ever tasted and liked, and I liked it a lot. It was truly, truly, truly nice champagne. I want more, but had to put up with Purity. But the Poades may well have changed my mind about Champagne for ever more.
Eventually I stopped taking photos and we ate. And it was good, the pie was divine, totality, divine, and eaten until we were full. So fully.
And so the washing up was done, the table cleared and out came the games, notably the game to play was Camel Up, or Camel Cup depending on your eye balls. Les surprised me this Christmas with buying me a game randomly without me asking, hence why I thought the present he gave me earlier was a ruse by saying it never came in time for Christmas day. Anyway what appears to be a simple game of camel racing and betting isn’t. How hard can it be you ask,I'm sure.
But you try betting on the right camel. You try betting on the most unpredictable beasts in the world. There is not controlling them, they are uncontrollable.
Which is why I won with 133 pounds. Oh yeah that cheered those pair up.
We watched the fireworks and went to bed, for you can’t ever have too much excitement for one night.