Christmas is always a magical time in our house â€“ my husband starts playing carols immediately after the bonfires of Guy Fawkes night have been extinguished, and the tree is up pretty quickly after that. Both of our families come to ours â€“ and this year they were all looking forward to there being a bump to rub and talk to all day long.
Although, sadly, our Christmas plans didn’t quite start the way we’d hoped. On Christmas Eve our much loved ginger cat Marvin passed away. It was the strangest thing ever, and if I’m honest it still doesnâ€™t feel real. He was sat in his favourite spot in the lounge, and simply looked like he was in the middle of a peaceful sleep. Marv was very ill last year, and we almost lost him then, so we’re very grateful to have had that extra year and a half with him. There was no sign that he was poorly – he was eating, playing and giving us kisses as normal that morning. If anything he was being more affectionate than ever. Because of that, we don’t believe he was in any pain.
I know a lot of people think highly of their pets (something non-pet owners probably don’t understand) but Marv really was special â€“ he was one of a kind with the most awesomely loving personality. We’re so saddened that our little dude is no longer with us, but are grateful that he was a part of our family.
With 12 guests to feed and a whopping big turkey in the fridge, Christmas Day still came with all its madness â€“ a nice distraction from the previous dayâ€™s events.
This year it was Tom who took over as chef on the big day (as I’m six months pregnant I was banned from any responsibility), and my oh my he did a wonderful job! He took the task very seriously and practised his potatoes, stuffing, carrots, parsnips and Brussels beforehand. All were superb. It was a real feast and, as is tradition in our house, everyone had to roll away from the dinner table once it was all gone.
The evening was spent stuffing our faces further with chocolate (mostly me) and cheese and wine (everyone else), whilst watching Doctor Who and playing games of Pucket (the best game ever invented â€“ my sister is the champion) and Heads Up (ridiculously funny).
Boxing day was a lot calmer, with us going for a walk to feed a donkey and horse before curling up to eat even more chocolate.
Unfortunately after that my body decided to stop fighting the cold/cough Iâ€™d been struggling to hold offâ€“ meaning we had to cancel tickets to see the wonderful Tom Hiddleston at The Donmar in Coriolanus. Gutted, but I didnâ€™t want to be the annoying lady in the audience who coughed and spluttered throughout!
Iâ€™m still full of snot (lovely), but looking forward to welcoming 2014 â€“ I just know itâ€™s going to be a magical year for so many people!
Happy New Year!
Love Gi. Xx