It has been a good, relaxed and quiet Christmas. Usual last minute panicking over whether right presents given to right people but too late now to worry about that.
Beloved Sister popped down to see me on 20th to exchange presents and to accompany me to Beloved Daughter's establishment where we were having our hair coloured and cut by the talented Dani. Have gone back to my more vibrant reds and golds, despite BS telling me that Jonathan had begged her never to emulate my exuberant hair colour. And really, the short spiky silvery grey hair style BS has now suits her superbly. But pastels and hair au naturel are so not me, darling; 'twould be boring if we all liked the same things, after all.
BS had to attend funeral of her best friend's mother, so a subdued visit, although she also managed to see several of her former workmates so that was all good. She will be back this month near to my birthday and will spend a few days with us. All good.
Beloved Daughter and partner stayed Christmas Day and we had a rather Spartan meal; none of us even felt like Christmas pudding although I had managed to get a gluten free one. and my darling Andi had made and sent me a most yummy gluten free Christmas cake which arrived by mail on Christmas Eve. What timing.
Beloved Daughter has been tending me and Beloved Husband, poor lamb. She can never thoroughly relax and forget about BH's frailties - and mine, come to that. Not much fun at times. I love her so much, more than words can say. We also get to have a good laugh, too, which helps to lighten the load immensely.
My car, the Beast, had packed up over the previous freezing nights and the battery was as flat as a kipper. Pete, our wonderful neighbour, gave us his technical diagnosis that the 'battery was fucked'. Mmm. So new battery which Pete kindly installed for me. And the Asian man who sold me the battery asked me if the car was for sale, sight unseen. There must be something truly exciting about the Mitsubishi L200s. Or perhaps these people think little old ladies tend their cars carefully. Hahahaha. If only they knew...
While he and BD had been investigating the shed for jump-leads, they had tripped over the body of a dead fox. Good job they did look in there, otherwise the body would have been decomposing until the spring which is when I would normally have rummaged about in that back shed (which is open to the elements). Hilarious discussions and trials at scooping up the body and disposing of same, involving heaving it via a large spade onto a sheet of plastic and dragging it towards its appointed resting place. En route, it felt off the sheet, waving its paws in the air in a very animated way. But no. It was truly dead. We had thought we had heard the yap of a fox cub and so contacted RSPCA. Naturally enough, they couldn't help unless and until we actually spotted any cubs. Have investigated again today and though I cannot see any cubs, the smell of fox in the shed is truly rank. How on earth can I deter foxes from using it? No wonder poor Hattie has been going bonkers barking every night.
Other people don't seem to suffer from uninvited foxes, or spontaneous offers to buy one's car..
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