So did I find Christmas? Well kinda. As you can see from the picture, on Sunday we met Frosty. A few days earlier, on Friday, my friend Joan sent me a long and beautiful email to remind some of the things I could be doing. The same day Nick sent me a picture of his dog and Santa (I need to ask his permission before I post it). It was sad to see that some of you clearly struggle with Christmas. And also a bit relieving that more than a few of you felt like I did. But I do know where my Christmas is. And I do know (and probably always did) when my Christmas will start. Christmas is in South-West London. One half still croaky from his first real concert visit and the other half is praying we will land in time to watch him play football. When we walk out of customs in terminal three and they are there, well that’s when it will really start. We might even have time to dash upstairs and see TikiTomb as he departs with his family, for Chicago.
But the tension is getting unbearable as the time to leave gets nearer. There is heavy, heavy snow forecasted for the day we go. Getting to the airport may take longer than the flight. But Christmas will come somehow, even if it’s delayed at JFK for a while. Happy Christmas everyone – I hope you find yours!
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Bazza
PS I am also looking forward to meeting many friends in the Black Lion on Tuesday.
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