We've decided to more or less ignore the festive holiday this year. Out we will go on the 25th to a very nice restaurant - not our favourite Michelin starred one- but the one in our town (still gourmet but not in the same league) and we (Mr FF, his ma and me) will tuck in to food that I have not tired myself out making. Presents will not be exchanged, none of us have anything that we want or need - budgetary constrictions mean that extravagance is out of the question but here's the thing - I'm just bored with Christmas. Is that sad? Also ever since my mum died on 25th Dec about 13 years ago it has not been the same. In fact I can clearly remember the surreal day at Whittington Hospital, North London with Santa and his elves dispensing pressies and mince pies and wondering whether to approach the family sobbing by a bedside.
Still you can't grieve for ever and even thought the first few years were a very sad occasion one has to think of other people and just move on - which I have done, although obviously hidden inside a lot of thought is happening.
As for Christmas number one records - why doesn't anything like this ever reach that high spot? I guess because Simon Cowell isn't involved.