Posted by caprycorn on Mon 31 Dec 07, 9:33 AM to caprycorn's blog.
First things first, this isn't a hangover, it's a cold. Ok so looking at the rank of bottles in the kitchen (empty - the bottles, not the kitchen) made me realise quite how much we drank yesterday (champagne, 2 bottles of; amaretto, half a bottle of; cava, one bottle of; lindisfarne mead (don't ask me why, some people are just sick), one bottle of; vodka, shots of). If there was any justice I would be hung over. But I'm not, so ner ner ner ner ner.
And mead is not nice. Rocket fuel too. It sounds like it should be quaffed from a tankard except if it was, the quaffer would be lying prone and passed out before he or she reached the tankard bottom.
Oh and we had curry too, rather tasty. In fact very tasty. So that's a really good chinese takeaway in the new location that delivers, plus a rather good indian too. We're on a roll. There's a tapas place to investigate, a couple of deli-bistros and then the menu at the pub on the corner has to be worked through. It's the law.
So good food, wine and great company, it's no wonder I had a very good day.
I was somewhat quiet yesterday morning as it still takes me time to realise that I'm with people who want to make such a day a little bit special. Still getting used to that one.
Is it vulgar to talk presents? What the hell, I'm going to. There's a bird table to build (I have a thing about bird feeding, a harmless fetish but mine own). There's a beautiful amber pendant to be worn. There's a mini-cooper scalextric racing set to set up (bagsy the red car!!) and some rather special l'occitane goodies from evil twin to be indulged with. The bath deserves nothing less. Oh and wenchie DID shriek like a banshee when she saw the bathroom. And the best of all is The Arabian. No, not a male concubine but a stunning piece of artwork by a local artist who paints with bitumen on acrylic. It's an impressionistic piece of an arab stallion, stark black sweeping lines on ochre canvas and it's beautiful. Or at least I think so anyway. Seriously spoiled.
Bestest best of all though is the waking up with my family each and every day, all of us under the same roof. We've had a crazy month what with house move and christmas on its heels. We haven't stopped. Now it's going to be time to settle in, time for quiet days and busy days, reflection and peace, love and happiness. The house - and us - deserves nothing less.
We're looking forward to our first weekend on our own too, next weekend. Or rather I'm looking forward to it. Herself is slightly anxious as she knows I've been building up a head of steam for the past week now which I haven't been able to let rip. J too is feeling rather frustrated in the S/m sense. So let loose the dogs of war! Or the dogs of something anyway. We have plans for her vulnerable and yielding flesh, high impact plans and blood letting plans. She'll love it really, or at least she will when she's floating on a soft and fluffy cloud of endorphin high... if we allow it.
On that happy thought, time to log off for 2007 and roll on 2008 - it's been a topsy turvy year but one that has ended on a definite high, for us. There's some people for whom it has not and we three are holding them in our thoughts.
To those we love, we'll raise a glass to you at midnight. In my case it might be lemsip; I've been hacking like an old sheep already. But no matter what the contents of the glass, the sentiment is the same. Happy New Year xx
