I must be feeling my age because I cried off yesterdays pub crawl following the Team Christmas meal and opted for a quiet night in with a glass of whisky and the warm fire.
I'd also promised No.1 son more driving experience so I spent some time out with him yesterday whilst he drove his car. It's better equipped than my own car! Having said that, I do prefer my own car as it has more room despite being a small car... It's like the Tardis! I can only assume I am still feeling under the weather after last weeks bug because I cannot stop sleeping. I woke up in the early hours of this morning in the armchair with my headphones on listening to music plus assorted cats sleeping on and around me. Today we were up early and out shopping for the Christmas meals. The meat pack was a gift from my employer and it is greatly appreciated. We traipsed around the local market for vegetables plus locally produced pork pies, chutney, etc... We escaped the busy crowds and thence home for a late breakfast and feet up with some much needed freshly ground and brewed coffee.
The past week has seen me busy at work and dealing with the main problem our clients face... loneliness. This is particularly so leading up to Christmas and we spend time ensuring people are linked in to various charitable events and meals on Christmas day. Sadly, we live in a very busy society and many people at the margins get left aside and forgotten or ignored throughout the year. I seem to spend much of my time suggesting groups, activities, hobbies, volunteering, etc... to people with my emphasise on connecting and communicating with others. Also valuing and being valued by other people. It's not all about money, status and shiny baubles despite so many people worshipping at the materialist altars.
Talking of communicating, we had perforce to do some of the same when Watson, the small kitten, disappeared for several hours. Wandering the streets and asking around after him. Happily, he reappeared on Thursday evening in a very agitated and frightened state. We believe he may have been locked in somewhere after his curiosity got the better of him. Both he and Sherlock are nosy buggers and are into everything including the drier, microwave, various cupboards and boxes. The Christmas tree and the assorted presents in bags are a source of endless fascination for them and the baubles are now staying in the locked box. Little tinkers.