It’s so nearly Christmas!!
Less than a week to go – I can’t believe it!
I watched Elf the night before last and it started to feel a little bit more festive and then last night I was invited to a drinks reception at Bristol Zoo with mulled wine and mince pies and there was a moment where I realised that it was only a week until Christmas and felt completely overwhelmed with christmassy-festive-oh-my-god-so-much-shopping-to-do-but-excited-cos-its-christmas-ness!
Anyway, now that we have established whether or not I’m feeling festive I thought I’d give you a little bit of an update.
As you know, I unexpectedly found myself on a plane back from France just under a week ago and so this week has been a mixture of sorting things out from that and working out the logistics of being back – as well as the occasional festive drinks do.
It’s funny being back. I had so got used to the idea that my routine was going to be out of the window for 6 months, and now I’m back here, sitting and the same desk, the same candle flickering away, the same mug of tea steaming away on my desk. It’s funny, but it’s actually quite nice to be back in the familiar boring routine. Wake up, reply to a bunch of emails, drink tea, reply to more emails, eat breakfast, go through some blog comments, drink more tea, work on ideas for upcoming posts, drink more tea, start working on a post/photos/something vaguely relevant, send tweets, insta post….etc etc
Before I went away I was up to my eyebrows in events and dinners etc, but because I had to turn down a lot of things before I left, because I was going to be out of the country, it’s been quite nice to be back here without having to head out every night and to have days where I can just spend the day in a hoodie and joggers with no makeup on and only risk scaring the postman.
Obviously, I am also looking forward to the new year when everything starts happening again….but I’m so bad at giving myself a break and turning things down, it’s quite nice to be able to give myself this little break, and kinda being forced to give myself a Christmas holiday.
I’m going to treat myself, I’m going to gorge myself on chocolate, I’m going to watch every single christmas movie that I love, repeatedly, I’m going to play games and make mince pies and sausage rolls and not think to myself how I should be working.
It’s like fate has handed me a christmas break and told me to stop and take it.
So I’m gonna.