Tuesday, January 15, 2019

The best laid plans...

Don’t always come off as they should. Rob came home from work with a nasty cough one day just before Christmas. By Christmas Eve we both had dreadful colds and felt quite ill. We managed to have a traditional Christmas dinner but didn’t feel much like eating and we forgot to finish opening the presents! Fortunately, Santa brought us some interesting DVDs, which we sort of watched/slept through.

Three weeks later we still have bouts of coughing. We were looking forward to Christmas in our new home so much. I took down the tree today, always a little sad, but the sun is shining and the evenings are slowly drawing out again. There are some little sprouts showing on the lawn, could they be the crocus bulbs I planted or a surprise left by the previous owners?

2 comments:

bomarzo said...

you managed quite well given it all, it sounds. we didn't quite manage to even get a tree up.

Anji Knutsen said...

Bomarzo: I'm pleased that you are in touch again. I'm still suffering!! An email is on its way to you. Christmas doesn't always arrive at the right time.