'Who'd have thought it!' said my mum when I told her how much I loved the drug and alcohol course I attended this week. We had such a laugh, which doesn't immediately spring to mind when we think of the seriousness of the subject. But I believe that the more dire something is, the more we need to laugh in order to keep it in its place and not let it take over our lives and minds. Indeed, we laughed a heck of a lot over the two day course, but it was so well delivered by the tutor that we could not help but learn and become absorbed by it. I was the only one of the group who doesn't drink (I can't stand the taste and it gives me a bad headache), so came in for some gentle teasing while others were confessing to having had a 'dabble' with forbidden substances when they were younger. I must have had a very sheltered upbringing in our pretty English village as none of my friends drank or smoked and we all considered people who took anything more serious as being complete idiots. I had my eyes opened this week!
'It still freaks me out.' Said H1.
'Why? It's meant for little children, you big wuss.'
'Oh, it's that kid, the one that's all bright and shiny with a squeaky voice. Ugh, I can't stand it.' Said H1, shuddering and tucking into a giant bag of Maoams.
'You mean the Ghost of Christmas Present.' I corrected.
'Whatever. It's creepy.' Said H1, shuddering again, draping his long legs over the edge of the chair.
Anyway, that's what we are watching now and we feel a bit better about the strange events of this morning. After this we are going to watch Narnia. Yess! Love all the snow when Lucy meets the faun!
I fear that my boys are now too old for watching lovely Christmas films as all they do is moan and pick fault all the way through. I put this thought to them and they both responded with looks of total disbelief and cries of 'No we're not! We love Christmas films!'. Blimey. Could have fooled me. H1 has turned Kermit off in favour of rugby. Wales are currently hammering Australia and H1 has adopted the typical man pose of perching on the edge of his seat with legs spread and remote in hand, no doubt ready to point at the ref and tell him how to do his job. George North is playing and as he attended the same school as my children and most others on the island, they feel they have some kind of connection with fame. Or something. I don't care. I just wish it would snow.
The countdown to Christmas starts here!
I hope you find your happiness today and love every minute.xxx