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December 22, 2007
Blogging and Christmas, what's it all about.
When a certain someone asked me if I would like to contribute to a blog, for some reason I said yes, despite having no real sense of what a blog really was, and I will warn you now that I really have no idea of what I am about to say (type) next so we are both experiencing these words for the first time. So you may want to stop reading, put the kettle on or take the dog for a drag round the block, alternatively......
Actually who are you anyway?
Yes you, Mr. or Mrs. Blog reader, why on earth are you reading this?
I presume it's to see if the rather imaginitively named blogger "Robert" has anything really interesting to say, well I honestly don't know since this is an unplanned outburst and, no doubt unusual but not unique in that respect.
Ive got to tell you this... my girlfriend and I, last night, invited two people to Christmas lunch. They are a father and daughter who would have had Christmas lunch together but otherwise alone in a large old victorian house in North London.
I don't think either would have been up to the "Full Christmas" with trimmings... but they were happy to accept an invitation to come to my, shall we say, compact residence.
I live in one room plus a bathroom, I have one sofa bed and one large leather chair, no table and certainly no dining area, and my kitchenettethingy got a guiness book of records tinyness award. Then to make matters even more extreme we said, "why don't you stay for the evening when my two kids come over", so there will be 6 of us in one 12 foot by 12 foot room, (that's "tiny" in metric).
Isn't that just brilliant though, no expectations of that strange myth of the "Perfect Christmas"....... snow laying crisply on holly bushes seen through a georgian bay window, and in the warmth, a giant overladen dining table festooned with decanters, candles and crackers and of course the ubiquitous happy family of Mum, Dad and 2.4 children.
I suspect most disatisfaction with Christmas gushes from the wounds of dashed expectations and of visions painted only on telly and christmas cards of that perfect myth.
We will be lucky that in our relatively humble and certainly undersized Christmas venue we cannot be disappointed because our only expectation is of each others mottley company.... Yes I now this is dangerous as I have almost raised an expectation by telling you about the event yet to come, but hopefully I can let you know how it all went in a few days time.... Happy Micro-Christmas One and All.
Posted by Robert at December 22, 2007 01:26 PM
Comments
Experiencing words for the first time is surely a wonderful thing! And I know what you mean about micro-Christmases - our flat is tiny too, but we only have two of us over the hols, thank goodness!
:))
A
xxx
Posted by: Anne Brooke at December 23, 2007 09:27 AM