Poor Lonely Me

This Christmas I shall be all by myself in the cheapest B&B on Dartmoor, while my two children wake up to their stockings with their father in his new pad in Parsons Green, and go on to join their cousins in Sussex for a jolly family Christmas Day.

We originally bought Wydemeet as a 'Christmas Home', which it is perfect for, and swore to spend every Christmas in it, for ever.  And now I have rented it out for another family to enjoy.

Hurrah! I am free! I have been struggling to prepare a Christmas meal in a 2-ovened Aga for sixteen years now, without a break. I've missed the telly!  Ive missed the riding!  I've been stressing for weeks in advance...

So I've organised this arrangement on purpose, and I just can't wait for the 'me time' to begin.  I shall be on that horse, jacuzzi-ing at my health club, coming back from parties (if I get asked to any) to a lovely, warm, friendly, cosy house, and having breakfast prepared for me every day.

And on the day itself, lovely Esteemed Partner is preparing Christmas Dinner for me, his wife, their daughter, my Mum, his wife's sister, and any other waifs and strays who knock on his door, I assume.  How modern!

So I think it's going to be really, really fun!  (Although a little part of me thinks I'd like my children back next year.)