Floating within a sea of seminars, lectures, pub trips, work avoidance and Sex and the City watching, it's miraculous if I know the hour, let alone day or date. So, lo and behold, on realising it was December 1st I was knocked for six.
Without the bickering and hoo-ha that accompanies every December evening, heralding the doling out of story and sweets from the lovingly created home-made Advent Calendar, I knew not how to cope with the onset of the merry month. In a civilised manner, one supposes.
Or, indeed, with the greatest concoction known to man (or, more likely than not, woman). Mulled wine is quite simply the most delicious, comforting, Christmassy thing. Ever. Even Sainsbury's own brand. And especially at a student halls party, prison cell walls bedecked with mistletoe, baubles, and splattered orange pulp from the steaming pan.
Warm, spicy, alcoholic. The Holy Grail is said to be a cup. I could understand all the fracas and tintamar surrounding this cup of contention if what it contained was the divine brew of the sweetly mulled grape.
Following this celebratory start to frolicking festivities, Christmas is coming thick and fast. A family roast dinner, complete with evergreen foliage and red berry table adornment, a bag of marrons glacees (brought back by B from Rome no less) consumed after midnight, a diary filling up with jolly occasions. And that is just the beginning. It all starts again when I hit Hexham baby.
6 comments:
The doling continues every day (car and snowman chocolates) but I fear they may not be reading all the story - disappointing
A university education is doing something for you - I had to look up "tintamar"! This also turns out to be the brandname of a French handbag manufacturer. This could be a coded message to Pere Noel, a request for a handbag filled with obsolete mediaeval words, sticky cherries and warm wine.
Merry Christmas, one and all!
i soak up the story like a spnge! and the grammer, unfortunatly...
A sponge who mumbles - I fear
Ahh, mumbling sponges, what an image! Am also loving the liberties you are taking with the English language there, young Nicholas. Take a leaf out of my book and join the renaissance of old and peculiar words.
Btw, it was not subliminal messaging, but a handbag of goodies would not go amiss...!
i would like to just make clear that the misspelling of sponge was not purpose-full and not an attack on the spelling used in the advent callender entries.
much love, nick
Post a Comment