Emergency Blip...

... I was way too absorbed in Christmas today.

The big old dog-eared Book of Presents, (lists from the year dot) was dusted off...
I wrote ‘2020’ at the top of a new page.
I started this book (on the back page) many years ago, and am steadily working my way towards the front. (Why? Because that’s what my Mother did with her Big Book of Presents, obviously).
And then I realised exactly how far I need to pull my Christmas socks up in order to be Yuletide Ready :-/
I blame Covid Complacency; that deep conviction that you’re never going to see anyone anyway, so how much can it all really matter?
Still, there’s plenty of time.

Isn’t there?