The Queen's Christmas Message

To my surprise and perhaps a little secret pleasure, some colleagues had noted that I have not written in a few days. That is, frankly, because I have not been especially emotional, either up or down in that period. I am usually at my most garrulous or effusive (neither of which adjective I suspect strictly applies to the WRITTEN word) when I have been particularly affected by something good or bad. Instead, I have settled rather comfortably into a new level of contentment unexpected in someone who seems more usually to need something to worry about.

The day saw more sunshine than we have seen in a long while and it inevitably cheered. I am trying to resist the temptation to book something which will take us away to guaranteed sun when we have in fact two expensive holidays already booked. I can not deny that some aspects of work have recently been rather testing but this cycle, and today in particular, things seemed to come together; perhaps it was just the Ferrero Rocher but I would like to think it was, in part, the successful application of whatever sometimes invisble skills I might have.

I had a routine visit to the doctor which I found very soothing. I am managed for my history of kidney stones and hypertension but I like to imagine that my GP who is in fact the best one could imagine, will magically detect anything that is seriously wrong with me simply by being in the same room and taking my blood pressure.

Liberated from snow and ice in our area at least, cars took to the lunchtime roads in numbers. There was a numb sense of urgency about their hurried movements all hoping to catch a last something, reach a last somewhere. Making slower than usual progress amogst them and towards work, I simply smiled where usually I might mutter or snarl. I might smile for a few days longer and embrace 2011 as a new friend. In the meantime I shall treasure Christmas lunch with my boyfriend and mother and the friends I already have.