so she can see it,
Put a little love in her heart on the way,
so she can feel it.’
It’s a Wet Wet Wet song called Put The Light On and I still, unashamedly, love it.
Is there a Christmas song that goes, ‘I’m running, panting, trying to make ten times more food than we usually eat, trying to greet twenty times more people than we normally meet, trying to wash fifty times more clothes than I thought we could wear and all with two big curlers stuck in the top of my hair’ ?
No? There should be.
If some musically inclined person would please write that song, I promise I will buy it. At least, I promise that I will try to buy it because trying to is all I’m promising anyone these days.
Life is crazy, but good. Husband and I braved the rain to gather greenery. I pointed towards thorny thickets and Husband, bravely, clambered forth to make me happy. Our marriage is pretty much summed up there.
I can’t explain why this circlet of prickly green makes me feel so content. Fulfilled. It’s a pretty thing but also something more. It’s a victory wreath.
I had my own private Newgrange experience in the hallway at 9.58 this morning.
that I am.