Dear Cat & Fi,
Helllooo!!! As has been mentioned elsewhere, it has been an awfully long time since I last wrote a ‘Dear Cat & Fi’ to you both. And I am happy to confirm that that time to write a new one, is in fact now. And behold, my view whilst writing to you both is now decidedly festive in nature…
🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄 🎄
🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀
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Yep, my tree is up, my tinsel is up, and my advent calendar is being eaten first thing in the morning (day by day of course, I’m not that greedy). Even my record player has been getting some festive love today:
Oh yes. Gotta love the Buble at Christmas and especially on a green vinyl! I make no bones whatsoever about the fact I love Christmas, it’s my favourite time of the year for so many reasons. Why, in fact Miranda Hart sums up my reasons perfectly:
I jest of course. (I don’t really.) I write today’s blog whilst sipping tea from my Rudolph mug and watching the Christmas specials of ‘The Vicar of Dibley’ (more specifically, the one where she ends up having three Christmas lunches. So funny).
Myself and Pa Mac and my barber (separately, not together, mind) were discussing this last week what Christmas means to us nowadays. And I said, when asked this, that it meant a couple of things. Obviously as an uncle now, I enjoy it because I enjoy getting to surprise my many nieces and nephews with presents that I know they’ll like.
For the same reasons, I really value the family time at Christmas and being able to relax and play games and watch films whilst manging my way through any amount of Victoria biscuits, Lindt Lindor truffles and ham and turkey sandwiches.
But as I’ve got older, I get more joy these days out of being able to show goodwill and charity at a time of year which to some people, isn’t a time they can enjoy properly because of worries or stress or financial difficulties or illness – whatever it may be.
Which is why, at the start of last week, I took it upon myself to set myself a little challenge, both on this here blog and on my Instagram. To perform just one random act of kindness a day in the run up to Christmas. So far it’s been 6 days in, and this is what I have done on each of these days:
Day 1: Emptied the dishwasher for Mum
Day 2: RT’ed Phillip Schofield’s jumper selfie for Text Santa
Day 3: Sorted out a bag of old books and items to the church Christmas bazaar
Day 4: Wrote Christmas cards to colleagues and friends
Day 5: Had breakfast at a local cafe to support #SmallBusinessSaturday
Day 6: Donated a bag of food to the Neighbourhood Food Collection
Day 7: Shared a funny Christmas joke with my Twitter timeline
Day 8: Bought a special present for a friend’s son with learning difficulties
Day 9: Sent a text to Mum to say thank you
Day 10: Wrote a ‘Christmas star’ for the Age Concern shop window
Day 11: Bought a round of drinks at the office Christmas party
Day 12: Took Mum out for a coffee
Of course, there are still 12 days to go, and 12 more acts of kindness for me to perform. Any suggestions of what I can do, either from yourselves or from anyone from Twitter reading this would be greatly appreciated – I intend to keep up this weekly progress but you can keep a daily eye on what I’m doing, as always, on my Twits.
So. The last couple of weeks. Most of my Christmas shopping is now done as of yesterday – only a couple more people to buy for and then that’s me done for another year. I also got in a suitably festive mood recently when myself and my #MursArmy pals headed up to Oxford Street for Olly’s signing at the big HMV there (brilliant as always, bytheby, even if he told him I felt like a giraffe. Standard).
Our initial plan had been to do Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park afterwards, however, coming so soon after the terrible events in Paris we decided against it this year, and instead took in some of the big department stores, one of which was John Lewis.
Their Christmas advert campaigns have become as legendary as the Coca Cola or Toys’R’Us ones. The one this year is ‘The Man on the Moon’, and I duly had my picture taken on the moon, as you can see…
I have indeed become a Clanger. Bring me my music boat and blue string pudding!
Anyway, that’s it for now…I’m off to start wrapping presents and lighting a lovely scented cinammon candle I bought at the church bazaar. Until next week, in the words of the Spice Girls, stop right now, thank you very much, I need somebody with a human touch.