Well, Christmas 2015 has been survived.
On Christmas Eve Martin and I took Hugo’s presents to his garden. Finding presents that are suitable to withstand the elements outside can often be a challenge, so I was pleased to find these two little robots. They look very cute and cheerful. The penguin (a gift from my Mum to Hugo last year) and a heart-shaped wreath completed the festive look in Hugo’s garden.
I was amazed to see some forget-me-nots are even blooming – not surprising given the mild weather though. Sparkle from the little glittery Christmas trees had fallen on them which made them seem even more special – like a little gift from Hugo.
Some of the other parents had decorated the trees in our children’s area of the cemetery, which was a lovely touch.
As expected, Christmas Day itself was a relaxed affair with few expectations. Martin and I were at home alone, with good food and wine for company.
I was touched that Hugo had been remembered through some very thoughtful gifts, featuring stars.
Martin bought me this beautiful trio of rings – a star, a heart, and a moon in silver, rose gold, and yellow gold. They are handmade and are extra-special because of the symbolism. Sadly they have to be returned to be exchanged for a slightly smaller size.
I wanted to wear them because I loved them so much but after realising when preparing dinner the rings were so loose they could easily end up in the bin with the potato peelings I realised they were much safer back in the box. Hopefully it won’t be long until the new rings arrive and I can wear them with pride without fear of them sliding off.
In the event it was all a rather sedate affair because I got a tummy bug that started late afternoon on Christmas Day. I felt really tired all of a sudden, with achy muscles. I was relieved to be able to climb in to bed that night, and was a tad grumpy on Boxing Day because I didn’t feel at all well.
Most of the time was spent on the sofa watching TV and colouring in my new books. I particularly like this one, which has little quotes with the pictures:
As a result of the bug I don’t feel bloated or have overeaters’ remorse – every cloud, eh?
Thankfully the bug was short-lived; two days later and I’m right as rain again. Martin and I even got out for a long walk this morning, which led to the consumption of a mince pie earlier this afternoon.
I hope you enjoyed your festive season. My Second Christmas After Hugo post appeared to resonate with many, sadly. If you are missing loved ones I hope the days were peaceful for you.