Mandi has broken up from work
today, as of course has the rest of the country, although for some ridiculous
reason she has to return to work before
January 6th therefore she will be working during Christmas. I
recorded the Christmas edition of The Sound of Nottingham UK
and sent that over the Atlantic before taking Jack for a walk. Mandi did some
shopping on her way home from work so we didn’t need to do anything important
once we were both home. I have another American show to record which I will
probably do on Monday as I don’t imagine I’ll have the time over the weekend,
and then I’ll be officially off duty too. Although I feel ready for a rest I
have a feeling of wanting the holiday out of the way so that I can get back to
work. I think it stems from the relatively late start to my career and the
feeling of having to catch up with myself that I am almost a workaholic now.
Part of me would love to have an hour with my ex-wife so I can tell her how
much better my life is since I walked out on her and that now she isn’t
controlling me I can get on with my stalled career. I still carry the emotional
scars from that marriage, which isn’t really fair on Mandi as I now put work
before everything else, to the point that I once left a lunch in town to go to
the BBC as I had been invited to talk about something on the radio. The sad
thing is that I can’t remember the reason; I just received a phone call and
accepted the invitation. As much as I’d like to devote more time to my home
life, I know that realistically it isn’t going to happen.
Still, there’s time off to be
had over the next week. We always go to have a few drinks at The Willow Tree on
this day and usually have a bag of chips on the way home. It is nice to go in
there for a drink rather than a meal, and I was a bit taken aback to see how
quiet the place was (which I preferred to be perfectly honest) on the Friday
night before Christmas. It was sadly too late for chips when we left the pub,
and I didn’t want a pizza as I had eaten one earlier and only the Ninja Turtles
eat two pizzas in a day. We waited to get home and ordered burgers instead and
watched Christmas music videos (again) on Magic.
There’s a danger that I am
starting to feel Christmassy.
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