It is difficult to adjust to the after-christmas calmness. The calm after the storm, if you like. Yet, I cannot help but hope that our first day of the year set the tone for the twelve months to come. A day of relaxation & enjoyment. No worry, no waste, no post-it-note dangling from the bathroom mirror reminding me to pick up the dry cleaning. We were simply breathing today and it was perfect.
We slept off the midnight festivities, champagne fizzy & late night dinner (and what a dinner it was! If it is possible to overdose on ranch dressing, I did it. Only because it is nearly impossible to find!). I awoke to lightly tapping rain on the window panes. I instantly thought about a song my husband sings whenever I respond to one of his statements with the question "where?" Without fail, handsome man of mine responds with a line
"right there on the stairs...a little mouse with clogs on...clogs on..." It is apparently from a children's song in which I didn't believe him. You see, my husband has a million and one different sayings that he randomly makes up. I assumed this was something off the cuff and completely (for lack of better words) bonkers. I was quickly proved wrong. Yes, my life is very much like panto. It's a no wonder I think of mice with clogs on when I hear rain.
On an even more exciting note, the Queen was spotted outside our flat this morning walking her pooch. I do not know what was more strange: A) me crouched down on the window ledge with a wide angle lensed camera taking photos of an elderly woman and her dog (She says British-ly) outside my home posing to be paparazzi or b) the fact that I really thought the queen would be walking her dog outside my flat on New Years without anyone accompanying her whatsoever. As if the queen walks her own dogs. pppffft!
So far this evening, we have overdosed on telly (TV), baked chocolate chip cookies and made tiny chairs out of wine & champagne bottle tops. Now, that is living life in the new year!
