Merry (belated) Christmas

Merry belated Christmas!

I could have wished everyone best wishes yesterday, but I had no access to a laptop as I was at my brother and sister-in-law’s house.

My parents, older brother and I spent Christmas at their place yesterday. It was strange spending Christmas in a different house, as we have always spent it in this scutty little living room with its faded wallpaper and piles of books and boxes. But I’ve got to say, my brother’s spacious living room and simple modern look was a perfect place to have dinner.

The afternoon was spent eating chocolates from my brother’s Christmas hamper. Every Christmas his workplace gives him a free hamper to enjoy over the holidays, which normally comprises of Lily O’Brian chocolate, fruit cakes, dried fruit and Pringles. Speaking of the latter, the Onion and Sour Cream favour is extremely addictive. My brother and I finished three quarters of the tube in one go!

Anyways, this was the first time my mum did not nag at me to cut down on my sugar intake. After all, Christmas is all about indulgence and I think she got that. Although she was stingy enough to tell me that I’m only allowed one glass of alcohol. I was planning to rebel anyways, as this was Bailey’s with crème Caramel…the most amazing alcoholic drink on the ace of this planet. But I got a little drunk to the point where I felt the need to sleep, much to my sister in law and older brother’s amusement, as they thought the sight was very funny.

Luckily I was fine by the end of the Christmas meal, which was lovely, brimming with Turkey, ham, cheese and cauliflower, sweetened carrots/turnips and roast potatoes. Oh those roast potatoes…

As we watched Christmas movies on TV, I got a text from one of my friends Jas…well, I’m not sure if I can call him that, I’ve been referring to him as an acquaintance ever since I made the mature decision to forgive him after he broke my heart two summers ago. Not that I have feeling for him, far from it. Or that I feel weird about the tiny bit of history between us. By the way, it’s not a bad one that makes it impossible to be friends, but just a bit of it. I won’t go into detail about it as I’d much rather forget about it. But let’s just say that I was insanely in love with him for two years and there was a brief mutual attraction between us.

Anyways, the problem is that looking back on the way he broke my heart, I sometimes feel I may have been too soft to forgive him, considering that I have a stubborn idea as to what a moral person is and isn’t. But since he had the courage to get back into contact, I can’t help but admire that, since I know I can never do it when feeling remorse and regret over my actions.

He texted me a Merry Christmas and asked me if I wanted to meet up with him next week. Since I feel nothing for him, I felt it would be best to return the kind offer by agreeing. Plus, perhaps a face-to-face meeting might convince me that I’m being too judgemental about his mistakes and perhaps might put the water fully under the bridge. And I could also do with an outing, as I have been living like a hermit for the past few weeks.

The day was finished by watching Star Trek (the one with the oh-so-sexy Chris Pine) and Eastenders. With regards to the latter, I’m glad that they did not kill off Stacey Branning, as another dramatic death would have been ridiculous. It’s bad enough they killed off Stacey’s husband Bradley, who was much more likeable that some of the characters that are still alive…i.e most of them.

So yes, Christmas day was brilliant, although Boxing Day will be spend at home as I’m not materialistic enough to buy clothes I don’t need AND I do not want to be trampled by greedy women rushing to buy the best items at cheaper prices.