The Christmas mystery…

As you are only too aware of by now, Christmas is just around the corner,, (or round the bend might be more appropriate for most of us), With the way things are at this moment in time, we certainly need something to get distracted by, that said you can’t beat some soft twinkling lights, candles,or a pine scented trees,(foil scented in my case, is foil scented?hmmm) anyway it certainly does improve the most dreariest of wintry atmospheres,…I started adding small sparkling things to my Bower around the 1st of December, i think I’m nearly to the point of no return now, well maybe so๐Ÿ˜….I just can’t help myself…

There’s just no escape from my child like delight in this time of year, always something so so magical…even to someone who lives alone, will spend Christmas day alone…it will always remain a special and quite beautiful time, for me at least๐Ÿ˜Š, …I am fully aware that it can be a sad time for others, depressing even, evoking memories of those not here to share it with, I know I miss my parents terribly, there’s remains a candle alight each day in memory of them both, and every time I see the flickering amber glow, it’s serves as a focus for warm reflection …I chose happy special memories with care, Christmas evenings, with my three children, young, the large family drop leaf pine table, extended fully, covered with my mothers special occasion embroidered table cloth, table groaning under plates of Turkey sandwiches, every kind of pastry, crisps and pickles, bottles of sparkling juices, mum called Gassy, it was a traditional time I hold so close, so dear, it will always bring a smile or three๐Ÿ˜Š.

But as I’ve already touched upon, like the last eight Christmases the actual day itself will be somewhat anticlimactic, loneliness hanging about like sad dark Spector at the feast, I try to hide from its effect by keeping myself constantly busy, .Back around September time, I had started a new venture, a diary, only with an added twist….instead of words, this diary/journal whatever, contains pictures i painted I’m water colour …I’m not the best at artistic creation by any means, but I gave myself permission, special dispensation if you will, to not be, I’m allowed to mess it up.๐Ÿ˜Š, it’s more about creating, a raw depiction, thought or memory that crosses my mind on that day….One page contains two rosy pink lady apples, why????, Well I’m particularly fond of an apple๐Ÿ˜Š, and that day I had none in๐Ÿ˜… So it almost bordered on obsession, a craving…so two red apples on a pale blue background, jazzy gold dots became my muse ๐Ÿ˜Š, this weeka creation a rather whimsical little misshapen house, decked out with colourful fairy lights, snow and even a rather devious looking lopsided snowman, listen I’m never going to be a Picasso, Constable, Monet or Van Gogh, Old masters is not ever going to be associated with my work, but it’s somewhat fun, serving as a relief from the ever circling mind monkeys or bouts of over thinking,

Between this, extensive reading, filling my tiny home with brightness, I find I can bear the depredation of company quite well..but there’s one mischievous madness, call it distraction if you will, (but i must confess, I have confession I need to make, therefore I will ….๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š, I couldn’t help myself folks, it was just there, too bloody tempting….

The little tree of temptation….

We had one perfect day last week, which dawned cloudless, bright, clear and breezy๐Ÿ˜Š, (no honestly we did, I know that’s rare for the uk but it happens occasionally all the same๐Ÿ˜ฎ),. So out I ran without haste, to dispense my washing upon the line,. just then the sun broke through and I swear I heard a choir of starlings burst into hallelujah,.๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜. As I picked my way back more carefully across the squelching rain soaked grass, trying my damndest not to slide over onto my derriere, for we had already had one Earth quake that week, another being a little excessive don’t you think?…but even though staying upright took more concentration that an elephant on ice, Something drew my attention, out the corner of my good eye๐Ÿ˜, I saw a sparkly thing, it glittered in the sunlight, .. standing there in my neighbours front garden a Christmas tree๐Ÿค—, in all its gloriousness, a vision, a poem of perfection, a cacophony of flamboyantness, grandiose even …..sighs!, Now whether we should call it a moment of madness, a psychotic state induced by over caffeine consumption I will never know….whatever it was m,lud I can’t be held responsible….within a twinkling of a doodah, I shot in the house, grabbed a solitary icicle decoration left over from my own decorating of harth n home, slid out the door, sleeker than Bildohead cat, (I think that’s it’s name anyhow) after a bird, …..before I could stop myself the icicle hung in full glistening view on an empty branch….proud of my deception I ran back in giggling to myself๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜, served me right if I had slid over on my Christmas ass….๐Ÿ˜.

Over the course of a week, that icicle was to be joined by fellow icicles, who ever heard of one lone icicle uh uh….. A star I had roped my poor daughter into making for just this occasion, and a glass droplet or three…, I woke up before the sun each day to sneak yet another ornament upon the waiting tree….I just couldn’t help it…honestly !!!!๐Ÿ˜, I then sat inside my house grinning wondering if my neighbours had any idea who the Christmas culprit was….did they suspect?, Had they sat crossing off likely neighbours, if so I’ve no clue, but they didn’t remove the decor that’s the main thing….So I felt emboldened, daring, audacious even, next day I ordered two elves from “the Zon”, Amazon, it was too good to resist…..I just had to…and I did๐Ÿ˜Š,

Saturday morning….synchronise your watches…

Saturday morning at barely light o’clock, before the Rooster had roostered, (the Coooooo, erm maybe not๐Ÿ˜) .I could wait not a moment longer, I was up and out, an elf in each frozen little hand, staking out the terrain as I went, on the look out for rogue passers by….๐Ÿ˜Š, …..I had the all clear…Jesse sat in phone land, in my pocket peeking over the top as my able look out….We timed our approach with utter perfection….we were indeed glorious…..before anyone could suspect our intention, I had one elf attached to the top of the tree, the other hanging off the flashing security light, looking mischievously down upon his buddy….proudly I strutted in for more coffee…the Eagle had landed, I had struck once more……

Later That same morning, while going to put out laundry, I spotted both my neighbours in the distance, bringing their grandchildren back with them, so i took longer than expected to hang out my few bits of washing๐Ÿ˜, coward Treez !!!!, ….but from this hidden vantage point I could hear the childrens excited voices, they had already spotted the carefully choreographed elves and were telling their grandparents where they were….it was cute as hell to listen to and the fun part was the grandparents feined surprise, playing along….it honestly made my whole week….

Next week….

In the week I took in a package for the same said neighbours, while they were out, it’s something we do for one another… Later that same day, I heard Catherine chatting to the window cleaner in her garden….So grabbing the package and took it out there for her, As I handed her the parcel, she turned to the window cleaner with a huge grin saying, “oh look my little neighbourhood Christmas tree fairy “๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜, I don’t know about little so much๐Ÿ˜, but it was more than obvious, even to us partially blind folks, the game was now up, I had been rumbled, stookered, . But in fairness to Catherine she took it all in the good fun intended…we shared a moment of how much the children had enjoyed the surprise element, and really I’m not sure who enjoyed it all more, me, the kids, or the elves, but you can rest assured, this xxl Christmas fairy will find something else to get up to in the week or so before the festivities ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜. Anyhoo enough from me, whatever your about this week, whether it’s high jinks or keeping warm at home over hot chocolate and a twix, look after yourself and behave like what I does ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜, ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›x

 Dear Diary, carry on Hooking!!!!

Friday

Get thee to the post office woman…

Originally I had myself set yet another deadline(groan)…  And that Monday morning was that very one.., only for Monday morning to come and go in a hazy blur, without me even stepping foot outside the door๐Ÿ˜,In fairness to myself though, My back was being evil and felt ready to break in two or shatter at any given moment, dramatic but that’s the feeling… And this in retrospect was in itself somewhat fortunate as I had forgotten all about putting in a shopping order for delivery, how does one even do that?, well like only I can it’s a real talent I possess ๐Ÿ˜ ,. In the end it arrived over an hour earlier than arranged for originally, (providence or what!!!,) it also meant, there’s was no way I would have made it to the post office and back by 10:30am… From this point onwards I was allowing for the week to play out in a kind of slow motion, without realisation I was in energy conservation mode if you will, Preparing myself to dig out the Christmas tree from its hiding place, In either the tiny bedroom cupboard or Garden shed,… meanwhile between creating more beanie hats, i shunted things about and hoovered everything in within sight…..some not…under the bed

Saturday….

That Saturday morning dawned dull, just as overcast, if not far more oppressive than in the week , A thick heavy grey blanket of cloud covering the sky without a break., This rarely if ever effects my mood, but today I felt the sudden inclination, No more like need actually to deck the tree with sparkly bright things, spend an hour cursing like a road mender unravelling copper wired of fairy lights, De tangling my balls ๐Ÿ˜ฒ, attaching plastic springy elastic thread stuff to Crystal tree ornaments, only it was so blooming springy and contrary it kept unknotting!, …ugh!!!! Some hours later I had lost my Fairy glitter tree decorating wand and wings,. My back throbbing, head not only conspiring with it but joining in, it was at this point I not so wisely on forethought i decided to go in search of that elusive tree…..someone stop me at this point pleaseeee!!!!! when I do things like this!!!!, Slap me about the head with a mouldy Herring

The cupboard in my bedroom, could never be described as spacious or conveniently placed.. Unlike stated on the estate agents original write up.. It was also laughingly called “a walk in cupboard” , I liken it rather to the stoop in, dark hole…, crunching up your spine never for you never to walk straight again is a must๐Ÿ˜Š, Plus be prepared to see stars… not in any wondrous poetic fashion understand….No this is in a smash your head continually every time you move in any direction kind of way,(and yes when you smack your brain casing hard enough you do see stars, I saw a falling one, bit of a worry๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ,  I am all of a towering 5″ 2 and even I cannot stand upright, … this is not all it boasts though , I swear it has its very own weather system in there, always somewhere around the nice freezing mark even in the height of summer, my poor little room thermometer shudders at the mere thought… Its comparable to walking into the winter wonderland scene from Narnia, only without the lamp post at least giving off some light or that cute fawn Mr Tumnus, believe me I’ve searched long enough๐Ÿ˜Š, ….after several attempts at giving myself mild concussion, swooning upon the floor in some mild hope my love will swoop down from he’s fiery white charger to give aid via endless mouth to mouth resuss, (well a girl can dream), I decide maybe hypothermia isn’t going to look quite so Glamourous, nor the silvery silken web strands hanging from my hair, complete with Christmas spider!….I was meant to be decorating a blooming tree …not myself….as I back out somewhat gingerly the back of my skull meeting the timber door frame just for good measure,  a colourful string of Essex princess curse words leave my lips before I can reign them in sufficiently….it wasn’t pretty…. Coming eye to eye with a large dangling bungying spider didn’t improve matters much, he did look amused either ๐Ÿ˜ ……still no tree there then….oh well time to brave the endless downpour outside, while i search the shed…. Spider at this point abandons ship….Coward!!!!!๐Ÿ˜Š….

After standing out in the rain, pulling everything from the 3ft by 4ft shed, I had this faint kernel of a  remembrance thread drift fleetingly into my still aching head, I think I recycled it…..in fact I now remembered cramming the reluctant tree, box and all into the bin after a fit of pique while dismantling it, stuff from the shed still dotted about me getting rained upon, webs still floating about my hair blowing in the breeze,(looking all the world like Miss Havershom) I’m muttering away to myself…When somewhere behind me the voice of my neighbour says “good afternoon”!!!!, I could hear that grin, (you know when without looking you know full well their silently falling about themselves, while trying to keep a straight face….I reply without turning round, I had done my bit for comedy purposes that day thank you… , stuffing things back in the shed in the most precarious manner, just to get out the fast darkening dank afternoon…knowing all the time the next time I open that shed door, it’s all going to tumble out and bury me alive ….I just know it!!, slamming the shed door I hear a small quake within….holy crap!!!!!!.

Christmas is blooming cancelled….

But I already know as I stuff the tree decs away in bags out of temper, tangling the lights once more, I had wasted an hour earlier straightening…, Shattering glass balls๐Ÿ˜ฒ, crushing icicles, that later that same night I will be trawling “The Zon”(Amazon for yet another tree…And within half an hour I had found the perfect one… costing only ยฃ14 had nothing to do with it,,, honest๐Ÿ˜,(Scrooge would be proud๐Ÿ˜Š, but it was 4ft and not to big for the flat….what am I saying a twig is to big for this flat….oh well, I hit the flashing buy it now button quickly before I can change my mind….

  • This week I’m on the last of the hats ready to send out, that will make thirty as of yet..I’ve plans to keep going, enjoying feeling useful , productive…I may have wool worms, (straggling offcuts of colourful yarn making their way across my carpet, balls of wool ready for the next project climbing one wall, but Im past caring quite frankly at this point…it’s not as if I get crowds of visitors lining up outside for the odd coffee morning, or royalty popping in for afternoon tea, not that id mind as long as they bought cake!..that overwhelming need for a spotless apartment, replaced by the need to help out where I can…the damp chill outside spurring me on long into the evenings, going from a tree decorating Fairy to bleary eyed happy hooker….of the crocheting variety only folks…..whatever your up to stay warm and safe, take care of you….๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›ย