As it is the Sunday before Christmas, that was obviously going to feature to some degree today.
But first, another strange dream that I woke up thinking about on Saturday, not today. I thought the sheer madness of my recent dreams was down to having such a high temperature. But that had gone by Friday afternoon, so why I had this dream is beyond me.
I was in a nightclub. It was an old-fashioned club, like the ones you see in films from the 1930s. I was sitting at a table with a very attractive woman, who looked a lot like the actress Louise Brooks. We had cocktails to drink, in triangular glasses, and she was smoking a cigarette using a long holder, like they often did in those films. We were watching the show, which was a male singer crooning, surrounded by dancing girls in 1920s clothes. Later on, we left, and took a taxi back to a smart apartment somewhere in London. The taxi was a modern one, the sort you would see after the year 2000. In the bedroom, the woman started to get undressed, as I watched from a chair by the dressing table. When she undid her bra, instead of revealing plump breasts, it was full of pieces of multi-coloured Lego bricks that spilled out onto the floor. She laughed hysterically, pointing at the amazed expression on my face. Then I woke up.
Work that one out, if you can!
Christmas is in full swing. The arguments have started, the freezer is full of food, and everyone is already talking about ‘after Christmas’, as usual. Cards are still arriving, local houses illuminated, (not ours) and anyone you encounter is asking, “What are you doing for Christmas?” They don’t really care of course, but it is a conversational requirement at this time of the year. The weather has decided to not play along. No snow forecast for Beetley, (thankfully) just some cloudy periods, followed by heavy rain.
Let’s not forget those people alone at Christmas, or the recently bereaved who have no heart left for celebration. As we stuff ourselves, and open gifts, let’s try to remember why we have this holiday in the first place, before you open the bottles of drink, and rip at the wrapping paper. I’m not religious, but I still like to think about the excess, in the face of genuine poverty, and loneliness.
To those of you not around the blogs for the next few days, I send my seasonal best wishes from Beetley.