Julie is back to work tomorrow. ( I know, Saturday, but it is a Bank) So that is pretty much the end of Christmas for us, in Beetley. Boxing Day went well. ( It is really St Stephen’s Day on the 26th, but we all call it Boxing Day, named for when servants received boxes of gifts) We went to see Julie’s brother and Mum, in Suffolk. He and his partner, Caroline, prepared a very nice meal, and we were joined by her daughter and boyfriend, as well as their dog. Unfortunately, their dog did not take to Ollie, and after growls and snarls, he had to be returned home. We settled down for a good chat and laughs, followed by an unrealistically early tea, where too much food followed a large lunch. Sadly, their Mum was poorly, with a heavy cold; but we all made the best of it, ate far too much, and chuckled the evening away, until time to depart.
Today, we rose at a reasonable time, and I took Ollie for his walk. He was very much his old self, and played with his friend Buddy, despite hurricane strength winds. During a vigorous shake, his tail bandage came off. However, it didn’t seem to concern him, and as he is due back at the Vet tomorrow, I just brought him home a little early. Late afternoon, we went to visit Julie’s daughter and her boyfriend, at their house in Attleborough, about 25 miles away, still in Norfolk. Her younger son was there, visiting with his Dad; and her other twin daughter was there also, so she got to see most of her family. We handed out more presents, and left when they were serving their evening meal.
This evening at home was quiet, and we finished our Christmas meats, and relaxed before the TV. I enjoyed an expensive Bordeaux wine, a gift from neighbours, and Ollie slept off a busy weekend. Tomorrow, after Julie gets home, we are entertaining our neighbours, for an evening meal. I have a Vet appointment for Ollie at 10am, then some housework and tidying, before our guests arrive. It has all gone very quickly, and although we have New Year to anticipate soon, it has been subdued, to say the least.
Perhaps that is the way of things, as you get older. Contentment and routine replaces excitement. That is the way of things in Beetley, in the Norfolk countryside, at least. And all the better for it, as far as I am concerned.