Merry…? Not so much…

So today is Christmas day. Our normal routine is for the kids to come in our bedroom and open their stockings at the end of our bed with My Lady and I still tucked up. That wasn’t happening this year. We didn’t even need to talk about it. It would have been so weird considering My Lady’s ashes would have been right behind them. We convene downstairs and open the presents. They seem happy enough with what I bought them. While doing this, Mr T decided to do the most heinous poo and stinks the whole house out. Poor Precious has a migraine coming, probably due to stress. Understandable. None of us are showing it though. Strange. She goes to bed in the hope of getting rid of it. This is the quiet bit of Christmas morning anyway. Reflection time…

I had a slight tickle in the back of my throat last night. Great… I know exactly what that tickle means. A bug of some sort. I haven’t been ill in over a year and a half.

As Christmas day progresses, so does the tickle in my throat. By the afternoon, I have quite a cough and my throat is sore as hell. Joy… One last kick in the bollocks from 2020 and there’s not even a week left of the year.

I prepared the usual Christmas meal, crying on and off throughout the process. Yet another thing we did together. We set the table, same as every year. Only it’s not the same as every year. Only 3 places were set. We have our meal and at the end I raise my drink to them. Even up to that moment, I didn’t know if I was going to say “To Mum.” or what? In the end I simply said “Cheers.” I’ve had the impression that the kids didn’t want to say the words… So I didn’t. We haven’t discussed My Lady at all as yet. We clear the table down and I start some of the washing up. We watch a movie and some Star Trek Discovery afterwards. By this time, it’s abundantly clear I have caught a bug of some kind.

Precious and my Princeling went to chill in their rooms, so I took the opportunity to jump on zoom to catch up with my Subs Club friends. I didn’t stick around long but I felt the need to touch base with them, even though we all chat constantly in Facebook Messenger. Still, every time we talk, I come away feeling like I have got a little closer to them.

I’m in bed with the usual Earl Grey tea and brown MnM’s writing some more of this drivel. Time for sleep now though, so I curl up in my vast bed and add the worry about maybe having just got Covid to the horror tapestry my mind weaves whenever I turn out the light and try to go to sleep… I just love bedtime… Still…