Lottie32
07-01-04, 09:46
Quite a few of you have asked how Xmas with Fred the Dentist went, so I thought I'd drop a quick post and tell you all about it. Unfortunately (or should that be fortunately?) it was pretty much event free.
The timing of lunch was becoming quite an issue in our household. Eventually, after Fred had kept muttering about later lunch, trip to the golf club, drinks with his brother, which kept being conveyed to me and my sister as "well your Auntie Janice never eats till 4, a lot of people don't eat at lunch time you know" from my mum. My sister and I stood our ground, and eventually my mum "flipped" at Fred and told him he had three options. He could go to the golf club and just come round in the evening (boy does this bloke drink and drive). He could come round and eat at 1.30 with us. Or he could turn up at my sisters when he wanted and have a plated lunch which would he could take home and heat up for his tea (my sister doesn't have a microwave).
He bowed down to my mothers disapproving glare, and opted for arriving at 1.30 to eat with us. I mean it's a bit rude. How many times are you invited out for a meal, then spend all the time before trying to change the eating time? You just don't do you (unless you are driving a long way, or relying on trains etc and just can't get there on time)
I left work on Xmas Eve, and drove over to my sisters house. We prepped everything in site, laid the table, created a centre piece with three T lights, a serviette, some fir cones and a sprig of holly, sorted the booze, made the desserts and generally got absolutely everything ready to go.
Then I went and mucked Trampus out and went home for tea. Unfortunately, something tripped in my head, and I found myself just feeling terribly anxious and strung. My tummy started, and I found it really difficult to eat my tea, even though I new I needed food. I tried a bath, my relaxation tape, a walk, reading a book, but I just couldn't "snap" out of it! My mum came into the kitchen (she was going to stop over night at my sisters) and found me staring into space over a cold fish supper. (It was one of those things you don't even realise that you are doing) "Whats up are you missing your gran" she said. Well that was it. For a whole hour I couldn't stop crying. I sent mum out for a drink with my sister, but she came home later because she didn't want me to be on my own overnight.
Imagine. Xmas Eve. All my friends out, phoning and texting me to find out where I was, and I'm on the bathroom floor slowly drowning in a sea of my own snot and tears.
Eventually I managed to sort myself out, (with the aid of some cucumber slices for the eyes), and I made it to the pub for 10.30. I just got really determined that I wasn't going to let it beat me this time. I managed a few drinks, then went home with Janet for a cuppa and to swap presents.
Unfortuately, we had a bit of a chat and the next I knew it was nearly 2am. I then started panicking cos I had wanted an early night, knowing that my anxiety is much better after a good nights sleep!
Xmas day I woke up all jittery and anxious - even though lunch was totally sorted. I went to muck Trampus out and had a little cry into his mane. He is very good at hugging back too, and there is something very comforting about a horses soft velvety muzzle snuzzling the back of your neck. (Unless you are frightened of horses of course, in which case, it's very scary)
I went home and showered and changed and went to my sisters. Its five miles and ten minutes away. She is my sister. I like her fiance. My mum was there. SO WHY WAS I GETTING WOUND UP ABOUT GOING!!!!!!!
Once I got there I steered clear of any booze and chocolates on offer, and had some dried fruit instead. We opened our presents then at 1, we hit the kitchen.
The cooking went really well apart from the potatoes which took 50 bloody minutes to boil (even split into two pans). Can you believe that dinner was nearly ruined, and it was the easiest thing to cook that nearly did it!
Fred the ex Dentist arrived at 1.33 (no
The timing of lunch was becoming quite an issue in our household. Eventually, after Fred had kept muttering about later lunch, trip to the golf club, drinks with his brother, which kept being conveyed to me and my sister as "well your Auntie Janice never eats till 4, a lot of people don't eat at lunch time you know" from my mum. My sister and I stood our ground, and eventually my mum "flipped" at Fred and told him he had three options. He could go to the golf club and just come round in the evening (boy does this bloke drink and drive). He could come round and eat at 1.30 with us. Or he could turn up at my sisters when he wanted and have a plated lunch which would he could take home and heat up for his tea (my sister doesn't have a microwave).
He bowed down to my mothers disapproving glare, and opted for arriving at 1.30 to eat with us. I mean it's a bit rude. How many times are you invited out for a meal, then spend all the time before trying to change the eating time? You just don't do you (unless you are driving a long way, or relying on trains etc and just can't get there on time)
I left work on Xmas Eve, and drove over to my sisters house. We prepped everything in site, laid the table, created a centre piece with three T lights, a serviette, some fir cones and a sprig of holly, sorted the booze, made the desserts and generally got absolutely everything ready to go.
Then I went and mucked Trampus out and went home for tea. Unfortunately, something tripped in my head, and I found myself just feeling terribly anxious and strung. My tummy started, and I found it really difficult to eat my tea, even though I new I needed food. I tried a bath, my relaxation tape, a walk, reading a book, but I just couldn't "snap" out of it! My mum came into the kitchen (she was going to stop over night at my sisters) and found me staring into space over a cold fish supper. (It was one of those things you don't even realise that you are doing) "Whats up are you missing your gran" she said. Well that was it. For a whole hour I couldn't stop crying. I sent mum out for a drink with my sister, but she came home later because she didn't want me to be on my own overnight.
Imagine. Xmas Eve. All my friends out, phoning and texting me to find out where I was, and I'm on the bathroom floor slowly drowning in a sea of my own snot and tears.
Eventually I managed to sort myself out, (with the aid of some cucumber slices for the eyes), and I made it to the pub for 10.30. I just got really determined that I wasn't going to let it beat me this time. I managed a few drinks, then went home with Janet for a cuppa and to swap presents.
Unfortuately, we had a bit of a chat and the next I knew it was nearly 2am. I then started panicking cos I had wanted an early night, knowing that my anxiety is much better after a good nights sleep!
Xmas day I woke up all jittery and anxious - even though lunch was totally sorted. I went to muck Trampus out and had a little cry into his mane. He is very good at hugging back too, and there is something very comforting about a horses soft velvety muzzle snuzzling the back of your neck. (Unless you are frightened of horses of course, in which case, it's very scary)
I went home and showered and changed and went to my sisters. Its five miles and ten minutes away. She is my sister. I like her fiance. My mum was there. SO WHY WAS I GETTING WOUND UP ABOUT GOING!!!!!!!
Once I got there I steered clear of any booze and chocolates on offer, and had some dried fruit instead. We opened our presents then at 1, we hit the kitchen.
The cooking went really well apart from the potatoes which took 50 bloody minutes to boil (even split into two pans). Can you believe that dinner was nearly ruined, and it was the easiest thing to cook that nearly did it!
Fred the ex Dentist arrived at 1.33 (no