Yes, Narnia was wonderful, so was the glitter moon glowing in a sea of sparkling CDs, in the pitch darkness of the woods.The Huskies were so pretty want one! Had amazing cake, was amazing because for once I could eat it and not worry about my allergies. The trees in the manor glowed in the colours of London, the trees decorated with glittery taxis and sparkle encrusted A-Zs. Waddesdon is such a special place to be, and considering that it's a Jewish house Christmas has come with a vengence. Stunning decorations everywhere, the White Rabbit's tea party and rabbit hole, the superb Shakespeare dressed tree standing in the Globe theatre. A wonderful start to my birthday weekend.
Saturday was 1940s night and I had my hair done Lucille Ball style by Do Wop Dos, the Christmas 40s party was fun, the singer superb, Viv the Spiv as funny as ever, tried my hand at the Lambeth Walk and somehow it stalled and we were in a traffic jam of glamorously dressed people with thei hands in their Lapels
trying to move forward. Conga more successful as it disappeared out of the door into the freezing cold.
Sunday was Twilight - the last episode - apparently it wasn't meant to be the last episode but someone stole the parially written book from Stephanie Meyer and she lost heart and wouldn't write any more Twilights.
Cinema was empty mostly, the film slow to start, then left the premise of the book completely but was still good.
Single moment of sadness, no Birthday card from my son.
Strangely I didn't expect one this year, but under the "getting on with it" I suppose I still hoped for a reconciliation. Still he has his Dad and his new family, his wife and her family and my sister and her family. I have my darling husband, some very very good dear friends who love me and know me for the authentic true kind and loving person I am. Just because you are loving, kind and generous, doesn't mean you shouldn't stick up for yourself - which is what I did - and because people didn't like it - it was what got me into trouble. I hope he has a lovely life and gets what he wants out of it. So sad I won't be able to share it with him. I have to move on now and get on with my life, sad as it is to say goodbye.
Anyway the tree is up and looks fantastic, the house is stocked with booze and food, the presents are under the tree, fairy lights are making the dining room look like a gold and red grotto, and best of all my health is improving at last - yes I'll always have the arthritus - but people put up with worse and I AM looking forward now to a fabulous NewYear.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone.