I’ve just seen a notice on a church I passed, advertising coffee mornings with Santa. It said ‘see Santa arrive on his fire engine and visit him in his grotto’.
When did Santa get a fire engine?
And when did he start going to church?
I’m not at all religious, but I thought that Santa and Jesus didn’t really mix. I mean, I get a Xmas card every year from my Nan and she always write “remember it’s baby Jesus’ birthday”
Anyway, it just confused me a bit…
As it’s approaching that particularly rubbish time of year, it’s time to dust off something from a few years ago about how Christmas is stressful. Because it is!
So… I normally dread work on a Monday.. I guess a lot of people do. It’s actually Monday night right now, and I haven’t been to work since Thursday so somehow it’s much worse this week.
I had an extra day off to look after husband, who went to hospital yesterday for tests. We found out a while ago that he has lynch syndrome, which increases his risk of certain types of cancer. Since then, we’ve been waiting for his first screening test, which was yesterday. So, the last few days have been bad. But it’s done, and the news is good, all clear. Screening is now every 18 months, but it can’t be as bad as this first one!
And while he was recovering, husband watched Xmen films. Which led to a conversation about how him being a genetic mutant caused all the stress in the first place. But I guess that’s ok, as long as he’s alright.
So anyway, I should be happy. But instead I’m stressing about going back to work. Which isn’t good. I’m not in a good place there right now and I’m not sure how not to be. But such is life, I guess…. I’m well stocked with camomile tea and rescue lozenges so hopefully I’ll make it through tomorrow.
But drawing flowers is easier
(At least I managed to get the notebook out, that’s the progress!)
An eels inspired card I just drew for my husband, who’s having a camera in an awkward place tomorrow and is currently unwell…
I just really wanted to play with my new white marker pen!
well, it can be quite often.
Do not bother going to a lot of effort to try and please someone who is likely just to either not notice, or whine. It’s just a bloody waste of time!
End of winge