Happy Happy New Year! Well? Did you all make it through the last few weeks? I really hope so. I know that Christmas and New Year are not for everyone so I hope that whatever you did and whoever you were with that you were OK. You will be pleased to hear that we survived the visitors, the visiting and the sugar. The decorations are down, boxed up and squeezed into the garage alongside all Braai Boys kit. Now the countdown is on to Christmas 2020!
As I said, we survived. Of course, there were the usual disagreements. Miss Sassy and Wee Man argued over everything, ‘he’s kicking me’, ‘she’s got my spiderman’, ‘he’s standing in front of the TV’, ‘she pushed me off the sofa’, ‘I want to be the fire ninja’, ‘no I want to be the fire ninja’ and so on. The girl cousins argued over the purple plate at dinner, they argued over who had what My Little Pony, meanwhile Wee Man went around Hulk smashing everything and everyone. Braai Boy and I ‘heatedly discussed’ road directions, food requirements and who left what where and when. Thankfully he filled the wine rack with Sauvignon Blanc and got me Lindor balls both of which saved my sanity. To be honest, people wise it was a fairly quiet Christmas we had constant visitors and we visited people but there were no crazy Clan gatherings or huge parties.
That said I cannot eat another party snack, I cannot look at another Panettone (my Bro brought us the biggest one back from Naples, I kid you not it was the size of a baby and we are still eating it) and I do not want to hear Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer or Jingle Bells sung by any small people in the close confinements of a car for a while. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely love Christmas just give me a few weeks to get back in to the Christmas spirit.
New Year was great fun, gone are the days of working in a bar getting paid to party or standing on Waterloo Bridge watching the fireworks (or not), these days its dinner at home with friends. This year we went to Titch and the Silver Foxes (aka The Boys) for New Year.
Now, since our last visit The Boys have done up their kitchen, well what can I say this military housed mama was very very envious of their non-magnolia gorgeously equipped kitchen, for a start it had a wine fridge…….and before you or Braai Boy ask a wine fridge is a need not a want, ok? So, let’s talk appliances, we have a kettle, they have a fully integrated coffee machine that is linked to their phones, they can do analytics on a bloody coffee machine! We have a battered dishwasher stabilised by bits of cardboard on our wonky floor, they have a dishwasher that projects how long it is until the wash is finished onto their gorgeous tiled floor. Don’t even get me started on the oven, it has a warming drawer, yes people they have a warming drawer, we have a top oven that runs to its own temperature regardless of what temperature you put it on (last week it took nearly 2hours to bake a cake that should have baked in 1!). We have a very unattractive oblong ceiling strip light which buzzes and is very annoying, they have under cupboard and counter light strips. When we arrived, the lights were lime green, I flippantly asked if they could change colour or flash, yeah I know given the rest of the kitchen I should have kept my mouth shut. Titch picked up his phone, rude I thought as I was speaking to him, only for him to change the colour and sequencing of the lights. Stupid me, of course the lights are controlled from the phone, THE PHONE people, who knew? Not going to lie that pretty much blew my mind.
Maybe next time I’m asked to complete a Military Housing Survey in the additional comments section, instead of the usual, can we have plain curtains or can the lino not look like dirty sand or please stop putting 2 ceiling lights in rooms I will simply ask for kitchen lighting that can be controlled by my phone. Life goals and all that!
So, here we are, a whole new lovely year, who knows what 2020 holds. Perhaps we will move, perhaps we won’t. Maybe we will buy our own house and I can pimp up my kitchen like The Boys, then again maybe we won’t. Will my faithful old car last until the end of the year, who knows? Will Braai Boy be deployed? No idea. Will the kids learn the joys of a lie in? Doubt it. Will I start to enjoy running again, let’s wait and see if Couch to 5k can work its magic. Will I complete Dry January? Hopefully. Will I do Veganuary? Not a chance – I live with the biggest meat eater I know.
What I do know is this. It’s only 350 days until Christmas and 2 days until Winter Love Island starts.
Happy New Year lovelies!
PS – Mum, before you ask no I’m not pregnant, I will be back on the vino in February.