Just in case any Scrooge-like feelings come creeping in this Christmas, I know I’ll be cheered up by my recent discovery that “While shepherds watched their flocks by night” (most irredeemably boring of all 19th century Yuletide dirges) can be sung to the tune of “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” from Mary Poppins.
I doubt I will hear it sung this way, but just knowing it exists will bring me no end of festive cheer. The only thing that could make it even better would be if it could be sung by a chorus of dancing penguins.
Some or all of these were highlights. You guess, or decide. In no particular order:
- A big family meal at Frankies in Putney to celebrate a significant decade-changing birthday within the family.
- Three-year-old niece spotting the bloke at the next table who played Prince Charming when she went to see Cinderella last week, and insisting on going up to him and saying hello. Probably our family’s only ever encounter with Gareth Gates.
- Getting round the giant non-roundabout that is Hammersmith and successfully ending up driving down Fulham Palace Road.
- A halfway decent Dr Who Christmas special. Though it would have had a struggle to top last year’s for sheer awfulness.
- Through a miracle of logistics, (a) getting Bonusbarn onto the Oxford Tube this morning so he could come down to have lunch in London and (b) finding him at Victoria.
- Meeting 7 week old nephew for the first time. Low on conversation, but I interpreted his drool onto my shoulder as love.
Happy rest of the year, everyone.