When you blog at Christmas you should feel like a kid in a candy shop. All that wonder and amazement with beautiful presents and beautiful Christmas backdrops. It’s our banker period where we’re going to get amazing pictures as well as having the best time with family and no work. Unfortunately on this occasion we’ve had the worst Christmas time in the Palmer house. Now don’t get me wrong, it was awesome to spend some time together I just didn’t think most of it would be with one of us being sick. But it wasn’t all about the sickness.
Let me take you back about a month and a half ago, it was a Friday evening and after a long week we treated ourselves to some Pizza in super giant boxes. After finishing these off nicely we pop into the kitchen and put Dorothy’s plastic plates, knives and forks with the boxes on the side ready to be sorted the next day. After leaving our home early on the Saturday to pop over and see some friends in Halifax we end up getting home around 9pm to one of the worst sights of my life. We’d had a fire. Thanks to our cats, they’d sat on the ceramic hob having a nibble at our pizza boxes and left over crust, turned the hob on and at some point pulled the cardboard boxes and plastic plates all over the hob catching the boxes on fire and completely melting the plates and plastic cutlery. We can only assume this is what happened as no one used the hob in the morning and the pizza boxes weren’t near the hob! Bloody cats. (For those cat lovers they were of course fine.) So our kitchen all had to be ripped out and because of the smoke damage our house was ruined, I say ruined because we had the sterling effort from our friends and support from our family to help put it right. Clean the soot from what we can, throw what we couldn’t and to start to paint and replace what we needed to move back in.
The PhoneFinally moving from my beloved iPhone I made the change to a Samsung Note 8 with the DEX so not only could I use it as a phone, but as a mobile laptop ready to connect up to the next hotel TV I get to. The problem was, when I agreed to spend too much over the next two years I was cocky. A bit of a pleb! I signed up for insurance but said I don’t need the loss or stolen cover. Guess what happened next! On a train back from a work’s party it either got dropped or taken from my pocket. Using the tracking app I could see that it continued to stay at the station for a number of hours before being whisked away into the night, turned off, never to be seen again. Oh did I mention it had my driving license and bank card in too? A bank card that couldn’t be replaced before the new year. L
Preparing for Christmas
So that was pre-Christmas and we had to resign ourselves that on Christmas day we’d have no kitchen to cook a Turkey. We’d have none of Mrs P’s amazing roasties or get to have homemade stuffing! Life was pretty crap for a few weeks. Work was tough and I’d spent a number of nights away and then when I was home, it was spent helping out as much as I could to at least get the house livable. All I was praying for was a nice Christmas. There was talks of going abroad after being gifted our friends holiday home in Britanny plus train crossing. Amazing, but after lots of conversations we decided that Christmas was about who you’re with rather than what you’re doing. You see, Christmas has always been a mixed bag for quite a few years. We were either unwell, pregnant (not me) or having an awesome time. Mrs P had really put her heart and soul into creating the perfect room for us to have our Christmas Day spent in and it looked amazing. I was optimistic that this year was going to be great. Dorothy nearly 2 understood Christmas and Bethany 15, who I hardly see, was here for a few days.
How wrong I was!