It seems the nutjobs were indeed wrong, since the world did not end at 11.35am today. However, today is the last time I’ll have guaranteed access to the internet until December 31st. So, the continuation of history notwithstanding, this is probably my sign-off for 2012.
If the world does end today, just a little later than predicted, it’s going out on a high of sorts for me. The sun is shining, the temperature is above zero, I saw a jogger dressed as Father Christmas this morning (complete with heart-rate monitor), the trees on Brentford Eyot are gleaming in their winter bark colours of red-gold and olive- green, there’s a lovely dog running about on the Green, I have coffee and nougat and sesame biscuits in the office, I’ve revised and typed up to the end of chapter two of “Gold Hawk” and am happy with it so far, and I have the next nine days off work. And last night I met TCI and G for a pre-Christmas beer-and-nachos at the Prince’s Head in Richmond, and a cute chap a couple of tables away kept making eyes at me. Think a balding Jason Isaacs crossed with a balding Liev Schreiber; i.e. seriously attractive, despite the follicular issues (the nachos at the Prince’s Head are excellent, too, but that's not my photo, just one I swiped off the internet. Our Nachos had lots more cheese, plus lashings of guacamole and sour cream, and the beers should be Fuller's Organic Honeydew, not whatever that is [looks like a Guinness and a pint of orange squash, actually]).
Got home, a little tipsy and very cheerful, packed my bags for Christmas, discovered I had not posted K’s present – boll*cks! – put it to take to the post office in my lunch break today, and actually got myself to bed at a reasonable hour. I then dreamed I was hiking in the snow in the Cairngorms with a certain JL Renner. When we stopped for lunch he made hot chocolate over a campfire for me. Good man!
That makes three really delightful hunk-dreams in the last few days; I am now married to William Houston, RDJ drives my removal van, and Mr Renner makes me hot choc. It seems my subconscious is on a high of sorts as well.
Solstice Greetings, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to you!