Scrooge speaks

The most momentous event in history is about to be celebrated and somehow I'm missing it again. Dog tired from shopping, writing, posting, delivering, tidying, cleaning, preparing, socialising. It will be a late night tonight and I will enter Christmas day with a headache and another tight schedule.

I long for a year when we are prepared enough far enough in advance that we can reflect on what we're celebrating rather than being swamped by the mechanisms of celebration.


With apologies to my wife and family for the clinical yule-ophobia that always hits me at this time of year. Maybe I should become a part time monk at Christmas and re-emerge in the New Year.