I have just woken up and had one of those terrifying dreams where you are on a shore and there is a tidal wave. In my dream, there were two. We were standing on higher ground, looking down on a small tidal wave (a bit like the Severn Bore) break upon the beach below us. Then someone suddenly exclaimed "Oh my God - look at THAT one" and the most immense tidal wave 100 feet high or more bore down on us from the horizon. I knew that despite being on higher ground, this one would sweep us away and drown us . . .
I woke out of that dream, glad NOT to be on a tropical beach with the view from Hell but still feel rather unsettled and nervy. I think it was an indication that I have not dealt with all the emotional turmoil in the lead up to Christmas - Tricia's death and funeral, and the house-selling hope that was ours so briefly before being snatched away when the viewers had a change of heart . . .
Anyway, we have awarded ourselves a day out today and are off to Brecon to check out the monthly Fleamarket there. It is held in the Market Hall, where we go for Brecon Militaria Fair, so will be nice and warm. Mind you, it is very mild out and am I giving my age away if I say as I get older, whilst crisp frosty COLD winter days LOOK nice (and provide great photos), my body is a lot more comfortable with mild and overcast . . .
I have lots to catch up on, and believe it or not, I am actually looking forward to doing the ironing mountain. Well, I never thought I'd be writing that when I struggled with the tsuanami of ironing when my kids were small!!!
I am going to de-Christmas the house today. I took the decorations off tree no. 2 (in the sitting room) last night and will do the same with the equally lovely tree in the hall today, and take the decorations down and put them back in the attic, ready to move on into 2017 tomorrow.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all, health and happiness.