‘It was vanity what did it’. I said to my husband yesterday, imagining some sort of Agatha Christie-type scenario. ‘It was the floaty skirt. And the sheer tights. I just know it. The ones that I wore in place of the wooly leggings with the thick-soled winter boots’. You see, we went to a party on Christmas Eve and I dressed pretty rather than warm, because everyone wants to look pretty at a party. Even if the air is icy. That was when I caught the nasty cold, the one which Anthony and Aeneas now have too. Still – it was a magical night – Christmas Eve, that is. In a rococo palazzo, with flickering candlelight, where we ate pasta with shaved white truffles and watched gondolas sail by along the canal beneath us. I would not change a thing about it. Certainly not either the floaty skirt or the sheer tights.
Although I may struggle to accept it, it is an undisputed fact of life that you can’t have your cake and eat it. So, I feel honour-bound in some way to just accept that this year, we had one hell of a Christmas Eve. And what with our head colds and all, New Year’s Eve has just passed us by. An early night at home, with a pot of hot ginger tea. Sometimes, that’s just how it goes. Others stayed up late ready to greet 2015 at its first breath, and then partied with it into the early hours of dawn. They waved sparklers and drank from champagne flutes. I mostly pondered, quietly. And I thought about how someone once said that ‘there are better things ahead than any we leave behind’. C. S. Lewis, I think it was. I reflected on the year that has just passed – how when all is said and done it’s been a good year. Not perfect – life is never perfect. But there have been so many good things – good things that felt all the more precious to me, for the few and painful losses that came with them. It’s a funny thing time – it passes so slowly at any one given moment; but once it is past, it’s so very blurry, kind of like the view from the window of a speeding car. Moments morphing into memories so fast that you can’t reach your hand out swiftly enough to catch them. [Read more...]