Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I know that I am supposed to be shiny and sparkly at this time of year, and I have great good fortune, which I do not take for granted, and I should really not be allowed to complain about anything, ever. But today I am grumpy and scratchy. My throat hurts and it feels as if a low grade virus is trying to get me. I did not get done the things which were supposed to be done. My email is on the blink. I sent one of the godchildren's presents to the wrong address. These are all what my friend Miss Whistle correctly calls first world problems. They are not even really problems. I suppose one is permitted to have a cross old day, every once in a while, but it feels churlish to do so at this time of year, and I am rather ashamed of myself.
Too cross to write, so here, in a heroic effort to summon back the Christmas spirit, are some festive pictures.
And the Christmassy hill:
(Interestingly, I had this exact problem last year, except that I banged on about it at more length, so perhaps it is an annual event. Perhaps we all need to have one furious not at all Christmassy day in the midst of all the festivity.)
On a truly happy note, one of the Dear Readers is actually GETTING MARRIED tomorrow.
Anne, I hope you have an utterly wonderful day.