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‘Tis the season to be jolly!

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What helps you be jolly during the festive season? Without sounding like my jolliness revolves around alcohol here are my favourite drinkies in no particular order except this is how they come to mind:

  • Clementine and cranberry Bucks Fizz (Christmas breakfasts are not complete without a glass or two of this. Note two fruits! So really it’s a health drink)
  • Gingerbread latte (those ‘Red Cups’ always signal the start of the season for me)
  • Mulled wine (great on long, cold walks)
  • Hot chocolate with a wee nip of brandy (so naughty and practically undetectable to the outside world)
  • Babycham (how very retro)-  can be mixed with cider for the ultimate wobbly-kneed experience
  • Snowballs (Advocat and lemonade) – my Granny used to give this to me as a special treat at Christmas
  • Sherry  (naturally I have to quality-check the ingredients for my trifle)
  • Bubbly – celebrations are not complete unless there’s some Prosecco or Champagne on the go

Not making my list is Eggnog. I love the sound of it, reading the ingredient list, but the reality, for me, just doesn’t do it. Probably just as well seeing as I have an egg sensitivity (yolk and white).

What festive potions make it onto your drinks list?

Wishing you all a fun Friday xx

For your enjoyment…

 

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Deep breath, center, and move on

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It’s been quite a whirlwind of events in the past 6 weeks or so, hence the radio silence for the past two weeks. It was so hard not to get swept away by the speed and ferocity of events and emotions. In short, I feel like I’ve been flushed down the loo, and run white water rapids with nothing to protect me except my own will to survive! I never knew till now, just how physical grief can be.

If you’re a bit wobbly about reading stuff to do with women’s issues, skip this paragraph! Ok – so a hormone surge appeared out of the blue. The girls (ovary 1 and 2) have been dormant for two years but had an impromptu party, leaving me with the mess to clean up in the form of a couple of egg-sized boob cysts, spectacular hot flushes (honestly, I put out more heat than a massive radiator!) and galloping health anxiety. In spite of reassurance from a variety of healthcare professionals that I am fit and healthy , I still felt I was going to expire… the worst incident happened in the middle of our nearest city, on a Saturday, trying to do Christmas shopping. I felt weak, wobbly, racing heart, hot, cold and ready to cry. Fortunately Mr D wasn’t too far away (he was shopping solo for a surprise for me) and met me with a big hug.

So – if you skipped the last paragraph I have had a few health issues and one anxiety attack in the middle of Christmas shopping. Mr D has been a star throughout all of this, while coping with his own troubles on the work front… those of you who follow this blog will have read yesterday’s One-liner Wednesday and know how badly he’s been treated by his company. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. Things came to a head on Monday morning, the funeral of my old friend. I didn’t attend as it was for close family only. Once again, tears flowed freely and I let them. The dog got a super-long walk that lunchtime and I think I must have thoroughly bent God’s ear as I walked and talked to Him. I felt better, like I’d turned a corner at last.

Today I had a session with a Tui Na masseur who also happens to be a Reiki master. In between the exquisite pain of pressure points being pressed and released, he was able to tell me he felt I had gone through an emotionally painful time but that my body was indicating it was near the end of processing everything and to keep pushing on towards the finishing line. This is amazing advice considering the charity wrist band I was given by a man selling them in the city while I was having the anxiety attack. It reads ‘Never give up!!!’. As the man placed the band on my hand he held it, looked into my eyes and told me everything would be ok… just stop and breathe deeply. So I did…. I followed the advice of the angel in disguise and the panic reduced.

I have one last piece of self-care to do – I contacted my lovely psychologist, gave her the potted history of the last 8 weeks and agreed a time to talk it all out. After that, dear readers, I guess I will be able to close the door on this episode in my life, hopefully much wiser from the experience. Time will tell.

Thank you for stopping by xx

 

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One-liner Wednesday -blessings in disguise

It is said that when one door closes, another door opens.

I’m hoping the new door is a great one for Mr D. Being made redundant is never a nice thing even if you are half expecting/wanting it.

I have to admire the company owners. I didn’t think they could sink much lower with their poor interpersonal skills but they exceeded my expectations, doing the deed by Skype and just before Christmas.

With a bit of luck, Karma will let Mr D watch what happens after he goes.


Today’s midweek one-liner/mini-rant is brought to you by Linda G Hill’s Wednesday Prompt. Pop on over here for the low-down on how to take part.

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One-liner Wednesday – on being observant

“The universe is always speaking to us … sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, look around, to believe in something else, something more.” – Nancy Thayer.

Today’s midweek pause for thought was brought to you by the lovely Linda G Hill and her One-liner Wednesday prompt. Click here to find out how to join in the fun.

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So long, old friend.

“Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.” – J R R Tolkien, Return of the King.

The news of my old friend’s passing came through early Friday evening. So quick. I thought we had a few more weeks to reminisce but it wasn’t to be. As you lovely people know, I thought I should write an old-fashioned letter to him, which I did. It was a long one. Probably the longest handwritten letter I’ve ever written. It was hard too. My eyes kept leaking at odd moments.

I sent it fast post last Wednesday. He got it on Thursday. Little did I know I sent it just in time. Our mutual friend was with him at the end, and let me know that the letter was much appreciated and was with him as he died peacefully, still smiling.

My last wish for him was that he did not linger in pain, that he was surrounded by loved ones and that his end was peaceful. Wish granted.

Mr T, this one’s for you – our favourite band, and an appropriate track, I feel.

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#SoCS – Food, glorious food!

Hopefully all my lovely friends from across the pond, have had time to digest their amazing Thanksgiving food, and that none of them suffered indigestion.

Next week, the 30th to be precise, it’s St Andrew’s Day, the patron saint of Scotland. As per Burns Suppers, we Scots will be tucking into platters of freshly caught Haggis (likely to cause indigestion!), accompanied by neeps and tatties, all washed down with a dram or two (or maybe more) of a fine malt whisky (note spelling… no ‘e’ in Scottish whisky). One piece of advice, keep some antacids to hand. Oh an don’t look up the recipe for Haggis if you’re of a delicate nature. Sorry, that’s two pieces of advice…

Slànte mhath (good health)


Linda’s weekly Saturday prompt word was digest. Mmmm foooooood!

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#SoCS – Food, glorious food!

Hopefully all my lovely friends from across the pond, have had time to digest their amazing Thanksgiving food, and that none of them suffered indigestion.

Next week, the 30th to be precise, it’s St Andrew’s Day, the patron saint of Scotland. As per Burns Suppers, we Scots will be tucking into platters of freshly caught Haggis, accompanied by neeps and tatties, all washed down with a dram or two (or maybe more) of a fine malt whisky (note spelling… no ‘e’ in Scottish whisky).

Slànte mhath (good health)


Linda’s weekly Saturday prompt word was digest. Mmmm foooooood!