I did a big catch up this morning. The cats had me awake early, looking to be fed. There's something nice about an early morning read with a cat on your lap. Although it was a little uncomfortable because you clearly can't fit a book and a cat on your lap.
I got a bit carried away and accidentally read tomorrow's entry
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I sooo want to go to a continental Christmas market. With the way things are going with Covid and variants, it will be 2025 before I get there
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I have been to one continental Christmas market but it was in France and we only had a few hours to wander around, before joining our group for dinner that evening. I loved it so much and said I'd love to go back and spend three or four days there.
I'm going to a craft fair locally but it's very small and, as far as I know, there will be no food or drink stalls. I'm driving there so I couldn't drink anything alcoholic even if they were serving it. And it's kind of rainy out.
We put up our Christmas tree and decorations on Friday, in advance of the Late Late Toy Show (an iconic Irish TV programme). So my sitting room looks very festive. It's a bit early for me but my teen DD adores Christmas wonder where she got that from and nagged me so much to put them up for the Toy Show that, in a moment of weakness, I gave in. We're the first on our road to put them up but I'm sure our neighbours will follow in the next week or two.
Nigel comes across as being rather curmudgeonly at times - his horror at the prospect of lighting a pudding with a plastic lighter was amusing. But (at the risk of sounding like an armchair psychologist) he had a difficult childhood and I think he gets comfort from those childhood memories and associations. And he doesn't have a wife or children so he hasn't had to make any compromises where Christmas is concerned (Wiki tells that me that he's homosexual - I'm not sure if he has a partner). Imagine the look on his face if he had children coming home from school demanding something like the Elf on the Shelf!
His memories of his mother are very tender and loving - clearly he adored her. I've added his autobiography to my next books order.
His house must be huge if he can fit two fireplaces in some of the rooms.
I love making lists so I could totally relate to that chapter.
There was a nice chapter where he wrote about his garden and how much is happening underground. It's good to know that even though everything in the garden looks dead and dull, Mother Nature is still doing her thing and the bulbs are just waiting for spring so the plants can emerge and unfurl themselves.
The pictures are lovely - the frosty leaves, the pudding and ice cream on that lovely table cloth, the festive shop window, the advent calendar, the boxes of baubles, the bird's cage full of pastries etc. It really is a delightful book.
Enjoy your day everyone. I'll come back this evening and read back over your comments.