January, the month that universally seems to bring out the blues. Blue Monday, big expectations of new year new you, big plans and twinges of sadness. Where everyone seems to be complaining that it’s cold and dark and wondering when spring will arrive. That they have no money and it’s such a let down time after the magic that is Christmas. Wishing for it to be over.
Today is Christmas Eve, as I sit and write this the children are downstairs with Eddy building the Lego from their advent and asking question after question about Christmas Day itself. As a child tomorrow is the day, it is the day it all leads up to, the day
It was forecast. Highly anticipated. We refreshed the weather app every hour, we mentally prepared for the significant shift in the days activities and awoke early to jump out of the warm cosy bed and sneak a peek through the curtains onto the street beyond. Not your usual Sunday morning.