New Year’s Day has mostly been spent with my family, which is an unexpected delight, since the planned Christmas reunion was on Boxing Day (a day spent in bed, ill).
Happily, that gave an opportunity for the annual photo for me and my beloved sistren. And another for the other three sisters (my nieces).
Here’s one of the younger two of those three, getting ready for their portrait.
In summary: sisters.
The year ends today, and if you take a glance over my blog you will find that there’s a post for every day.
It wouldn’t be fair to say that I have actually blogged every day, since there have been days when the blogging happened in advance, and I scheduled the posts to appear, and there have been days (especially recently) when I have blogged retrospectively, if you will.
But the point is, there’s a post for every day and so I win.
Thanks very much for reading along, I hope you’ve enjoyed it.
This year, the blog will continue, hopefully daily again, but we shall see…
In summary: done.
This year has been about blogging every day (more about that tomorrow).
Next year is going to be a about a photo every day, via the medium of Instagram.
If you are on Instagram, then you can follow me by looking up ellidh there.
If not, then you may find my daily pictures appear occasionally here.
In summary: 365
In my pursuit of sick-bed entertainment I have continued my way through various childhood stories.
Happily, I’ve arrived at the William series, by Richmal Crompton. Started by reading them, but have now progressed to listening too, having downloaded an audio book. The book – as the audio books of my childhood were – is narrated by Martin Jarvis.
If you haven’t listened to him tell the stories before, you really ought to.
In summary: stories
I’m still unwell, sadly. But appeased my dear Mama by taking a wee trip outside today.
Ma is a believer in the following cure-all solutions: a good night’s sleep; breakfast; a woolly vest; an apple; fresh air.
If you are unwell, one (or all) of these will be suggested, and today was the fresh air option. It did help a bit, but probably isn’t going to act as a miracle cure.
Still, a nice view, and a wee picture of the park for y’all.
In summary: fresh air.
I’m still ill. Which has made for a less than fun Christmas.
But cheered up and inspired by a gift from my sweet sister, Rachel, I’ve been re-reading some of my childhood favourites.
Back in March, I think, I blogged about a series telling balletic adventures of Drina Adams. I said then that I loved the stories but had been so far unable to get a copy of one of the later stories ‘Drina Dances in Switzerland’. Thanks to Rach I’m now the owner of the full series and have been making my way through them again.
As well as The Ballet Family, by the same author.
In summary: reading.
One pre-Christmas treat was a trip to the Sage to see Kate Rusby and her band perform some carols.
Here’s a wee video:
In summary: carols
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this.
In summary: deck the halls, and suchwhat
Still sick in bed, and totally unmotivated to do any knitting.
Which is odd, really.
Since I first learned to knit, eight years ago, I have spent every Christmas Eve knitting furiously, trying to finish various gifts. This year there will be none of that. No one is getting anything handmade by me.
Sad, but true.
In summary: still ill.
Today has been Christmas shopping day. At the Metro Centre. Two days before the big day.
In other news, I am poorly sick and have taken to my bed.
Weep with me.
In summary: feeling sorry for myself.