Legally Blonde

Been on a little wander down memory lane. I wanted to find a link I thought I posted just before Benjamin was born, and got sidetracked trawling through the archive. Posts from 8th December (or the nearest, when I wasn’t blogging so regularly!)

5 years ago I love this from the Buy Nothing Christmas website: “Everything I wish for this Christmas is time. Time to spend with those I love, time to think, time to talk, time to read, time to laugh, time to be silent.” To which I would add, time to be with and thank God for the greatest gift of all, that of his Son as one of us.

4 years ago (strange coincidence, I’ve just done another of these!)

Random Five Dee tagged me, so in the spirit of the thing I’ll have a go. The trouble is, there’s probably very little random little-known information left, since I seem to spill most things on here.

Fact One: I’m allergic to Penicillin. It brings me out in huge bright red blotches that itch like crazy (I was going to use a much stronger word!). I discovered this on my twelfth birthday when I was going to the theatre in London’s West End and I barely remember the play, which was one I’d been longing to see, as I was concentrating on not causing too much disturbance wriggling and scratching, and spent most of the evening in Tears. Since then I’ve remembered to make a note of this Fact in Every diary, donor card, doctor or hospital questioning. Apparently it’s not that unusual.

Fact Two: I hate crowds. Not in a claustrophobic way, particularly, or disliking people, but the way they make me react. Part of it is A.S. and I have to live with it, and deal with things/people/situations etc as they come up, and learn the more “normal” (usual/appropriate) reactions. I speak before thinking, if I think at all, and become so scratchy irritable it’s not true. It makes me sound incredibly childish and rude (perhaps I’m that too?!). Anyone who’s coped with me in town on a Saturday or in Tesco of an evening will have some idea of this!

Fact Three: Long, long ago, it seems another lifetime, I fenced for London Schools and rode to C standard, as well as for University as an undergrad.

Fact Four: When I was engaged, I pictured me at thirty as married with two or three children, an Aga and a thriving small business run from home. Ha ha. God laughs at the best laid plans, and offers us Life instead! Thirty’s twenty months hence and I have not quite one of the above. But in a funny sort of way, I’m sure that’s not really what I’d’ve wanted if I’d had it. Having Benjamin, despite the circumstances, is absolutely the best thing that has ever happened.

Fact Five: I have a complete aversion to anything fake. Silk flowers set my teeth on edge and pretend Christmas trees make me feel like you do if you run your nails or a too-squeaky chalk down a blackboard. I really, really, really can’t take it. Of course, I have to, and learn to react less, or less overtly, but it’s not easy. Today in work I was asked to thread the lights etc round the “tree”. I was very nearly ill afterwards. Strange but true (and possibly also related to AS).

Five More Victims: Sarah, Wood, Pants, Nessa, Jo

3 years ago
Belated thanks to Em and Rhys for the stonking pre-Christmas sing and drink they laid on last thursday. B surprised us by staying up late without melt-down, in fact nearly stealing the show at one point as Rhys had shown him the keyboard and said he didn’t mind him pressing buttons. We were singing “See amid the winter snow” and in the second chorus B pressed some random rhythm buttons and we had to try to finish the carol over a soft rock sort of beat without corpsing – I failed, and sat in tears of laughter unable to sing on. B danced away clapping and flirting.

I was nervous of the first big singing get-together without Michael. It was sad, but not as difficult as I expected.

2 years ago I didn’t blog at all between October and January – these things do seem to be cyclical!

and last Christmas
So, um, news… facebookers among you may have picked up already but yes, next summer we three will be 4! A suitable end to the social services saga from earlier this year, and a lovely proper seal on the new family that getting married and getting D parental responsibility for B makes legal and official and everything due first week of June, so hopefully less complicated and clashing with major public holidays than B’s birthday (can you believe he’ll be 4 already?! no, nor me).

This year…?