A day of 2 halves

The morning started at a very leisurely pace, as neither Alex nor I had children with us. It started as I hoped with some degree of intimacy, not in that way, just in the way of spending time with each other.
We took turns opening each of the gifts we had bought for each other whilst eagerly polishing off a bottle of Advocaat...I received some lovely things.
A silver ring, 2 lovely books, a huge jar of Baci di Dama! A Bear print, a homemade declaration of love, an ace disco CD, a tape measure bracelet, violet chocolates, underwear' a super pom pom hat- that I can remember...I was very pleased!
It all went dramatically pear shaped when I opened the gift Ian had sent me "from Ferguson". A huge screaming row ensued and I had to leave the house for a breath of fresh air.
I cried with a combination of upset and anger. Noodle must have thought it was her lucky day having 2 walks in the space of a just few hours.
It seemed it was my fault that Ian had selected a present - a Herb Lubalin book, that I might like or want, rather than just letting Ferguson loose, bless him regardless & choosing any old shit. I know Ian was responsible for choosing it, in a sense, as I had posted my wanting of this book on my Twitter and Ferguson is not that sophisticated in his reading! 0
It took me by surprise and a minute or 2 to realise exactly what it was I had just opened - and that, apparently, was also part of the problem- I pretended not to know what it was.
I was insulted, again to be spoken to and doubted in such a way.
Our Dinner for Two was pretty much eaten in silence and I did cite it as the worst Christmas Day I had ever experienced.

On a lighter more positive note, I opened the remainder of my gifts alone, and felt joy when Ferguson came back home. He was excited by his presents and that made me feel better about the rubbish day.
The indescribable magic that you see & experience with young children is the thing that I intend to remember about Christmas Day 2013.
Yes, I was given an abundance of beautiful gifts that I love, and despite recording it here, I hate the fact that jealousy spoiled the idealistic Christmas romance that I had hoped for.