So, about this time nine years ago I think we were dancing, or possibly sharing left over cupcakes with friends while combat Morris Dancing was taking place, or maybe we were going back for thirds of the spit-roasted whole hog and encouraging the bar staff at the castle to take shots with us.
Whichever it was, it was fun and messy and nobody really cared too much except to keep a weather eye on the few kids in attendance. I suppose as a metaphor for our lives since then it’s not too far a stretch either.
Of course as we’re still in lockdown we’ve been a bit more limited this year as to how outrageous we can be, but a quiet day of hot beverages, TV shows, takeaway, and playing games is not a bad way to go.
We’ve exchanged gifts, we’ve curled up on the sofa, and watched the generally soggy day outside through the window. And the best bit? Neither of us is working in the morning and we can do it again if we like.
Nine years. Wow. It’s as if we like each other or something..!
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