Christmas is my most favorite time of the year (except basking in summer sunshine – in an exotic country). Each year of our marriage I have dragged my husband into the festive spirit, to the point where we are now in our 3rd year of marriage and he is fully on side… or, at least pretending to be!
Tonight sees our annual ‘putting the decs up’ evening. Decorating the tree, with Bing playing in the background and a bottle of port to add to the already warm feeling in my tummy. Its all very Sunday supplement but a bit of cringe worthy cheese is welcome in my house this time of year.
This year I have moved house and have a beautiful home with a garden which backs onto the woodland, stocked full of holly and winter greenery. So I am venturing out, snake-skin wellies, gloves and secateurs in hand (and feet) to dress my mantelpiece in a way which even Kirstie would be jealous of!
Last night I spent the evening at probably… no – absolutely the most beautiful place I have ever been to in Leeds. Left Bank.
I was dreaming of an evening which would warm my heart into the Christmas spirit, no brandy required! and it did not disappoint. My breath was taken away by the architecture of the ceiling and from the second I walked in, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
That is until the choir started to sing. Their haunting melodies filling the acoustics of the old disused church, enough to add a hint of glow to my skeptical and reluctant husband, Mitchell. He loves doing things like this… he just doesn’t know it yet! and the icing on the big traditional christmas cake of an evening?… Free mulled wine… which fitted nicely into my ice cold hands and kept them (and my tummy) warm. I didn’t think the evening could get any better until my friend came running back from the ‘yummies table’ (her words, not mine) skipping with glee… “Warm mince pies… yes! warm I tell you!”