Admittedly it is for a given value of “holiday” where that value equals making sure that Lady M rests, takes her medication, and has plenty of drinks but it’s still the start of a three week staycation that would only be better if we could arrange for myr s and co to be nearby as well.
Oh well, can’t have everything. Yet.
I’ve done the groceries, which should cover most things this week, and spent most of the day pottering around and throwing things out into the recycling. Payday is next week, so I’m being particularly minded to note some purchases to help bring some more order and utility to how some things are stored. In other words I’ve been spring cleaning and nesting. It’s not even a slight stretch to infer that I’m reclaiming some control over my surroundings given recent stresses.
We didn’t even have gaming night yesterday. That will return next weekend. I may even do some preparation for it rather than winging it…
I’m not going to fall for the expectations trap of saying here’s to a better 2021. Instead, as I recently said to a friend, here’s to new possibilities and shenanigans.
I saw the new year in, mostly because I couldn’t settle, with half a bottle of glayva and falafel. Lady M is deeply unwell with a chest infection so a day of covid tests and a hospital consultation wore her out. We’ve got antibiotics and plenty of supplies so we’ll be fine.
So here’s to humour, flirting, making the best of things, and looking out for each other.
Lady M has been working today, I have not. I’m enjoying the fruits of the decision to take time before Christmas even with everything else going on in the world. By fruits, I mean putting my feet up, reading, playing games, watching YouTube videos, and maybe a couple of quiet drinks between snacks. There’s a definite feeling of overdue indulgence to today that is very welcome right now.
Inspired by a friend’s post on social media, we have given each other a pre-Christmas Funko, and resisted pressing each other to open any more. It’s a nice little thing I may do next year too, in line with our habit of giving little birthday presents in the week leading up to them.
All in all, it has helped keep positivity up, despite everything. It may not be the Christmas we hoped for, but it will be a good day tomorrow for us here. I hope it is for you too.
We had planned to have a very poly Christmas this year, having our first Christmas together in the almost three years we’ve been bumbling along. Oh well.
I was going to go pick up myr s, the cub, and Lady W as metamour in chief on the evening of Christmas Day. That way they could enjoy a family meal with myr s’ father and Lady M and I could have a quiet morning to ourselves. A quick dash down to Portsmouth and back in the evening and we could then have a few days cosily in our flat. In line with the then-restrictions we would also be able to welcome Lady B during that period and have a table-top dungeons and dragons extravaganza.
Because that’s how we roll.
Instead, I am now busily making up details for that one-shot game to convert for Roll20 and our usual Sunday Twitch slot. No pressure or anything, I had been planning to largely wing it for the table but now I need to at least draw some maps. I’ve even written a four part structure for the characters to completely derail.
So, there will be other Christmases, and certainly plenty of other opportunities to get us all together again, no matter what coronavirus throws at us. For now, we’ll stay safe and do our bits to keep others safe.
I do have to say that this weekend has been the best set of journeys up and down the M1 I’ve ever had. I’m not sure if that is down to the new(ish) car – an automatic Ioniq – or people just not being incredibly odd for a change. There were also far less roadworks, which is an added bonus.
Its good to be home though. Lady M has tweaked her back a bit so we’re chilling out with pizza and the second episode of Critical Role – punctuated occasionally by her muttering, or my wincing as I catch where I’ve gashed my hand.
Walking wounded? Us? Well, its about par for the course. As nice as it was to get out of London and some fresh air into our lungs, there’s no bed like home
Lady M has been trying to drag me round the National Museum of the Royal Navy at Hartlepool for a couple of years now – and in particular to visit the HMS Trincomalee which is berthed there following its restoration. Lady M’s sister had been among the Guide groups that had washed the decks during that work, so there’s a personal connection to a museum that is well regarded in the town.
As we had a few spare hours, today was the day to give in, so after breakfast she booked tickets online and we plodded round the marina to greet the ship who’d overlooked our breakfast view.
Its very good, recreating depictions of life on a fighting ship and portraying all sorts of aspects of port and naval life and their interdependencies.
Even with covid-related restrictions, we had free rein to wander and explore, while a well planned one way system on the Trincomalee itself ensured we visited more of the decks than we otherwise might have done.
So with all the good grace I can muster I’ll admit Lady M was right to pester me and this is well worth a visit – and good value for money too.
No, I’m not being paid by anyone, it really is that interesting.
We may have enquired about arranging a pirate-themed cosplay shoot there some day…
It is so much cooler today. There’s been a bit of rain over the last couple of days, but the temperature didn’t really break until this morning. Much more comfortable. My body promptly decided enough was enough and I slept most of this afternoon. I suspect the sleepless nights were finally catching up.
We were due to be flying off to Disney today in that parallel universe where Covid didn’t rampage round the world. Instead today brought the news that we can’t really do much with the time available at the moment because Lady M’s staff member has their new arrival at last.
Well, its a week to payday, so I will have to have a quiet few days and then try and organise things to do when there’s some money in the bank. Slowing down is probably something I need to do if this afternoon’s catnapping is any indication.
At least there’s dungeons and dragons lined up over the next few days, so thats a good distraction.
Well, we had planned to head North to spend time with a photographer, but issues with their health and of course the flooding in the Midlands, we changed our plans. We went to the cinema instead – but having booked online we were somewhat surprised to find the entire place locked up and empty.
A sympathetic security guard had wandered over to see why so many people were annoyed, I did feel sorry for him. He did at least contact the office and arrange for us not to be charged parking – which was a good move.
So I may have wandered into a bookshop to buy things with some of the money very generously gifted me yesterday. Book three of Locke & Key, a signed copy of False Value, and a hardbound edition of DCeased have therefore made their way home with me and I’ve been a happy little bookworm.
Oh, and I finally got round to starting on my Jack Crawford cosplay for the Red Dragon Con next month. This has mostly got to the point of trying out different shades of purple shirt and ties as it really is a very simple costume.
So, not the day planned, but nothing like a bit of flexibility to make the day whizz past.
We came home early from up North as plague – or at least heavy colds – descended on the Maidment households. Feeling it was better to recuperate in our own beds, we fled back South on Boxing Day, joining the thousands on the roads travelling between their own branches of families over the Festive period.
Surprisingly, the traffic actually flowed well despite being so heavy so we made good time and collapsed with pizza and presents we hadn’t taken with us to console us.
Today we therefore had a lie in rather than spending it all on the roads. We even dared travel in to Kingston in search of a book of pattern-making for Lady M, and ended up buying… well, rather a lot of books really
I do need to remember that getting rid of older books is not an automatic prompt to replace them. Oh well