Oh the utter ghastliness of the news. I can’t even bring myself to type the words out.
When you think of the awful unavoidable natural disasters that engulf people and plagues like ebola, that’s all bad enough, but when it comes to deliberately created utter misery like this, I don’t know where to put it in my head.
So it seems very important that I show you these.
This actually happened on Saturday, but then I saw the meteors and that was at the top of mind and I forgot to share this.
It kicked off when my reindeer arrived in the post. Six small plastic reindeer I had ordered online to go with the vintage Christmas cake decorations I’d found (see Day 81).
I got down the tin I use for birthday candles, to put them away, and was amazed to find that I already had some old Christmas cake decorations that I’d completely forgotten about. I have absolutely no idea where they came from, which is slightly worrying.
I think they must have been in a bundle of old Christmas decorations I found in a charity shop somewhere, er, sometime. Either that or the elves took pity on me and popped them in there one night while I was sleeping.
I’m beside myself, because now I can create entirely the kind of surreal cake top scene I remember from my childhood. I’ve got six reindeer and six Santas, if you add the new find to this merry band. And a love a bit of plastic holly.
Some of the decorations are French, because the slipper and King are the decorations that go on a 12th night cake. And that’s Saint Nicholas on the donkey.
In no time I found myself lost in playing with them, making little scenes on the work top, just as I did as a child. Then an idea struck me. One of the reindeer – front row, centre – had a different nose from the others, not quite enough paint.
I ran upstairs to find my reddest nail varnish and Peggy did the honours.
Now we have our very own Rudolph.
Or, as we say in this house: ‘Hey, Rudolph!’
Listen to The Temptations’ version of the Christmas song and when you get to about 1:12 you’ll understand why.