Suddenly Christmas is just a week away. I have been writing cards, wrapping presents, making hurried trips to the post office. I have hung the usual sparse wreath on my front door and MasterB rearranges the Christmas cards on the windowsills several times daily.
Tonight is my first party of the season. There’s another on Thursday. Time to start thinking sparkly thoughts and change out of thick jumpers.
I know some people love dressing up, but I am not one of them. I am aiming for much smarter than usual (not hard), minimal cat fur, and eye make-up. And comfort. On BBC Sports Personality of the Year I was unimpressed by Jessica Ennis’ or Ellie Simmonds high heels. They just look painful to me, though I admire their ability to walk in them. I look ike Dick Emery in drag in high heels, that’s if I’m not spraining my ankle or falling over.
I know tonight’s do, which is a bash for my profession, starts with champagne which I find does not mix with other wines, so either I need them to serve champagne all evening, or I’ll be looking for my usual tipple, fizzy water, to start the evening. I suspect it’ll be the water.