I’m still in holiday mood despite being back at work and trying to get a rather important installation to work. It’s all going pear-shaped, but I’m having a bit of a hard time finding the wherewithall to care.
Part of the reason for this is that I’m too happy with the world in general. I’ve quite clearly got The Best Boyfriend™. Obviously, he probably wouldn’t be my boyfriend unless I thought so, but still. I’m having a bit of a hard time believing my luck. I mean, everyone knows Christmas presents are a bit of a tricky subject when you’re in love because if your significant other gets it all wrong it’s hard not to feel that he/she really doesn’t know you at all and that it must mean he/she doesn’t care as much as you thought. I imagine. I wouldn’t know, really, seeing as my significant other got it as “all right” as it’s possible to get it. Not only did he manage to avoid following any of the completely inane advice touted by all the papers in the weeks leading up to Christmas, but he really did manage to get it right on all counts. I got
– one thing actually on my wishlist (Non-stop, not just “a bag”, though)
– one thing I know I’ve mentioned I wanted to buy but never got round to buying myself, partly because I wasn’t aware that it was available yet
– one thing I didn’t even know existed but was thrilled to get
– one thing I’d actually considered buying for him (I didn’t, because I ended up getting something completely different instead)
and that wasn’t even all of it. And every single thing was something you’d actually have to know me quite well to know that I wanted (well, ok, except the Non-stop, you’d only have to read my blog to know I wanted that). To top it all off, it was all wrapped in such a way that it was impossible to guess the contents of any one package – which is another big plus.
Oh, and he made me laugh, too. How much better can it get?
Well, of course, he could have been in the room rather than 400 miles or so away, but that wasn’t to be helped. (It will be helped next year though. There is simply no way I am conceding my right to spend Christmas Eve with the love of my life next year.)
Apart from missing Martin like crazy, Christmas wasn’t bad at all. To continue the evaluation of the presents, my parents got me the breadmaker I wanted, so now there will be loads of freshly baked bread to be had – once I’ve unpacked, that is. I got a couple of books I’m looking forward to reading, a cd from my brother which, characteristically, looks interesting (he sees it as his mission to “educate” me in that area), a couple of odds and ends that will look nice around the flat – oh, and my grandparents gave me cash, which is boring but useful.
We (my parents, my brother and I) drove up to Trondheim on Christmas Day and Martin’s mother invited us all to dinner, which was very nice (and very good). Since then I’ve spent a blissful couple of days – in Martin’s company, or they wouldn’t have been very blissful, obviously – doing very little at all, which probably explains why my brain refuses to get back to “work mode” today.
Actually, one thing I have done is scan some slides, so once I get around to it you will be able to find pictures from the last trip to Scotland in the gallery. I’ll let you know.
