After the roar and the kerfuffle of all that near excess of Christmas, quiet reflection is no bad thing.
And the rain has just stopped.
Is this family gossip any use? As a new Tweeter I first followed loads of other people's personal chat but soon got bored with it.
The key points:
1. Yellow plastic gloves make ace penguin feet as I discovered in our 4 year old grand-daughter Rowan's North Pole Party.
2. For Christmas dinner, instead of the usual, we spit roasted a small (11 kilo pig.) A lot of work, organising, purchasing, erecting a tent, marinating the meat, maintaining a fire, lifting, carving and afterwards, loads of grease cleaning. However with all the action, well laced with laughter, cider, mulled wine and more laughter it was a perfect ( as they say) bonding lasso. Recommended
3.The lesson seems to be when in chaos go for maximum chaos. As our own tribe of 9 piled into our quite small Beach House we added a new cat , two gerbils and a budgerigar ( none of them ours ) We survived the exquistite flow.
4. Amongst all the cards and Chrissmassy electronica that dropped in were three wonderful essays from Edinburgh playwright Jo Clifford's diary. Check out her "Christmas letter to the Pope" "On being asked to buy madeira cake for the jubilee" and "Lucy: light on a mountain"
Her writing is measured, a joy to behold and highly pertinent. She writes: "In my own work I consistently try to be unfashionably hopeful; I see each play as a little act of resistance against the despair industry of the media that so endlessly tries to disempower us."
Certainly. So be it. Amen even. Please pass on.
Happy New Year 2013 to all our readers.
John and Sue.