This Christmas is going to be a little different to my normal hectic party-season. December is being taken up by one mammoth holiday to Cuba. In fact, as you read this, I’m likely to be on a beach sipping mojitos or snorkelling amongst all those bright, tropical fish (and maybe a few reef sharks – one can hope).
This epic holiday means I’m skipping all the parties and usual mayhem and, on return from Cuba, I’ll be retreating a cosy Christmas spent in Devon. I’m hoping Fergus will be in recovery by then and able to join Iain and I on some long, frosty beach walks before we spend evenings in with Port, cheese and board games.
You see, the glitz and glam of party season is all very well and good; but its been quite a manic year and the last few months have been extremely stressful. For that reason, I’m really looking forward to a quiet Christmas spent with my family.
I’m looking forward to wearing oversized jumper dresses and gorging on Christmas movies.
I’m looking forward to being slovenly; not brushing my hair and discarding make up.
I’m looking forward to lying in before going out for a wander to the beach.
And I’m looking forward to getting early nights, with a good book and no emails!