There are many grand Christmas traditions in this house. No decorations go up before the 1st of December, for example. I get way too excited about putting icicle lights on the deck railings. Mince pies become a vital food group.
And I always leave my Christmas calendar until the very last minute.
But let’s backtrack a little first. Continue reading
Let’s be honest: I’m being polite here. The title really should read The Calendar in the Toilet but for some reason I didn’t think that set quite the right tone. It could also have been The Calendar That Isn’t The One Hanging In The Kitchen but that’s just bordering on the obscure for those of us who don’t live in my house, which is pretty much everyone reading this.
But let’s stop focussing on what could have been and focus on what is, namely, the traditions of this house. Traditions such as Thou Shalt Not Cook Bacon Unless Everyone’s Getting Some (which tradition is broken by my sister-in-law on a regular basis); Thou Shalt Not Jump Onto The Bench And Lick The Butter (which tradition only applies to one of our cats… I hope); and last, but not least, There Shall Always Be Two Calendars.
Yes, always two. In yet another tradition, my mum always gives us a cat calendar for Christmas and this one hangs in the kitchen, adding yet another touch of catness to the house. The second calendar lives in the bathroom and usually features photographs of interesting locations and landscapes. I have to buy this one myself but never fear – I always buy it after the new year when calendars are on special.
This year, however, this calendar purchase didn’t occur and days went by with bathroom visitors being forced to look at December 2014 in outright defiance of the fact that it was actually January 2015. Continue reading