rattfan | Christmas behind the barricades

I remembered to pack the chicken to take over to M’s for Christmas lunch. It survived the trip, which was lucky, since it was already hot and I had a half hour wait for the train, just about, it being on Sunday timetable.

So that was Christmas Day. It was okay. Much cooler in Swanbourne than in Bassendean; like a different city. We had the Nandos chicken and salad, some chocolates from M’s hamper (from my brother and sister in law) which I opened for her, it being packaged very securely. And some mince pies.

I was accurate about the Scrabble, though playing right after a large Christmas lunch is a handicap and so was the weather, I think. M’s aircon not completely effective because M leaves all doors open. And kept turning it off. These things affected M worse than me and I won by a considerable margin.

In the recording book, there was a game on the opposite page from somewhere in my childhood which M won, but I don’t think that would be any comfort. By the looks of it we got bored and wandered off after a few moves.

M didn’t get stuck into plans for her afterlife but did express a wish to be put down, which was cheerful. I explained the likely legal penalties for this and my wish not to serve a life sentence! And we moved on.

I got a window open for M which had not been open since she moved in, so that was useful. Watered M’s plants. I headed home around 6ish and didn’t do a great deal more once I got here, except to note that this suburb went to 40^C at the same time as M’s was around 27^C.

It’s cooler today so I may be able to move around if I feel inclined.

I left my computer glasses at M’s place which would have been a problem if I’d been going to work but for now can wait till I collect them sometime next week.

This is still my unwinding/recovery time and I feel all right being home reading or writing a bit and taking care of the garden as best I can under heatwave conditions. Today’s an exception to the last few days. So I’m not sure when I’ll want to emerge.

The gamesmaster has announced a resumption to our GURPS Space game and I hope he has notes on where we were and what we were doing, because I’ve got nothing! Over nine months is a lot more than our usual hiatus times! That’s planned for somewhere around 12 January, so I’ve time to get used to the idea.

I’ve become less social than before the pandemic, I think. Not that I've ever been an extrovert. Seeing one or two friends feels ok, a larger occasion with more travel, I’m not sure about. My brain resists planning atm. Okay, my brain resists anything that looks like work! My major mental effort has been organising to adopt the two little rats I talked about before and considering what to call them. I'm thinking Inigo for the black one and possibly Ragnar for the black-eyed white.