Every year (well, since 2016 anyway) on Boxing Day, we read through our previous Christmas Days. It reminds us of people and places, of meals and happiness, of love. It is an ever growing moment each year to reflect on how things have changed. That’s why this page is here.
Oh, and it’s to make it easier for me to find the posts.
2022 – God bless ye merry weather men – Farnham
2020 – End of seasons – Vendelsö
2019 – An unexpected glass of pleasure – Florence
2018 – TurkeyPigsy – Farnham
2017 – Many courses – Florence
2016 – Next Christmas… – Farnham
2015 – A diotoro – Budapest
2014 – Missing Dad – Farnham
2013 – Psychoanalyse this! – Vienna
2012 – Christmas on the beach – Burleigh Heads
2011 – Merry English Christmas – Prague
2010 – Talk of the town – Caloundra
2009 – Calendar mistakes – Farnham
2008, 2007 and 2006 were the years I kept neither journal nor blog, therefore there are no records of how we spent Christmas…sadly. One thing is for sure, we didn’t go away.
2005 – Tariq? – Haslemere
2004 – Another Haslemere Christmas – Haslemere
2003 – Haslemere Christmas – Haslemere
2002 – Buon natale! – Tuscany
2001 – Folly Hill Christmas – Folly Hill
2000 – We were in Kastelruth with Bob and Claire. I remember Christmas Eve going to Midnight mass and when we came out the snow started so that by Christmas morning, the place was full of snow. It was stunning. We went for a walk and it was magical.
1999 – Christmas Day was spent at Aldershot with Farelli and our first UK Christmas tree who we called Tubby because it was round and squat rather than tall.
1998 – Unfortunately our most memorable and possibly worst Christmas Day was our first in the UK. This was the infamous Trip to the Lakes.
Mirinda was sick, the weather was awful and we signed on to a bus trip for people without people to spend Christmas with. There was one woman on the bus who took great delight in reading EVERY SINGLE SIGN we passed. We still mention her.
On the day itself, the food was mediocre and the entertainment consisted of the guy who played saxophone on Baker Street.
I really wish I’d kept a journal back then because it would have made a brilliant post.