On Being a Scrooge

I have noticed a significant change in my other half over the last couple of weeks. She is noticeably more 'cheery' and 'enthusiastic' at the moment. Not that she wasn't 'cheery' and 'enthusiastic' before, just that it seems to be more obvious. 

I have found that more and more I am having listen to her 'enthusiastic' conversations she has at me, and they are getting longer and longer. 

And the whistling is kicking back in (I thought I was rid of that). 

Its not that I don't want to listen to her yarns. Its just that whenever she has an extended conversation at me, my mind fills with the last good tune I heard on the radio and I feel the need to whistle it out loud. 

Over the top of her talking. 

This evening it was 'This is a Low' by Blur (who incidentally are re-forming and touring in the summer) which got me into trouble.

Other strange things have been happening too...

....Lucy has been going on mysterious late night shopping trips and coming back laden with cheap tat

... the house is becoming decidedly more sparkly an Lucy appears to have acquired a bazillion small pieces of gold foil from her Nan which have taken pride of place trodden into the hallway carpet - twinkling in the moonlight when I go for my midnight toilet trip 

... and most bizarrely my bank balance seems to be ridiculously low for this time of the month.

Whats that? 

Oh ... its nearly Christmas!!! Well that explains it (particularly the bank balance thing).

I generally have a bit of a love / hate relationship with this Christmas thing. 

Whilst I don't mind the festivities of Christmas day - I can only take it in small proportions, and the stress of prolonged Christmas tends to put me a little on edge. Though Christmas Eve can be fun.

This generally evokes the response of "Dont be such a scrooge!" from a number of corners (mainly Lucy) followed by extended efforts to get me in the Christmas spirit by telling me how great it is and making me feel inadequate for not being a Christmas lover. Those Christmas promoters just love to try to turn a scrooge.

This Christmas, however will be fairly different to other Christmases. This Christmas my Mum has taken the step to attempt to avoid Christmas altogether. This Christmas we are going to a Arab country - where there will be NO Christmas!

On the 19th of December Lucy, myself, my little mentioned big sister, her boyfriend and my mum will be traveling to Morocco where we will spend time in Marrakesh (hopefully with a little spell in the High Atlas Mountains).

(High Atlas mountains - not my photo!)

However due to this, the Lucy clan have opted to postpone Christmas to Boxing day - so I will be doing it all anyway. Plan foiled.