Highlights of Christmas 2015 have been:
- Taking the girls to the Sherlock Holmes shop in Baker Street
- Followed by a walk down Oxford Street and Regent Street under the lights
- An evening watching Billy Elliot at the Victoria Palace. I enjoyed it a lot, although I did think the first half had lots more tension and drama than the second. The storyline started to run out of steam as everything fell into place. The skill and stamina of the child actors was pretty marvellous, though.
- Doing all my Christmas shopping in 20 minutes flat at 9am in Fortnum & Mason on Christmas Eve.
Also memorable moments:
- Everyone in the family assiduously not mentioning that my dad had clicked 4ft instead of 6ft when ordering his new tree (although I don’t understand why he didn’t send it back and use the other tree that they have had for the last ten years).
- My mum announcing that she supported Donald Trump’s policies. I’d always wondered what sort of people voted for him, now I know.
- Watching episodes 4-10 of The Bridge III in one go, and getting increasingly addicted towards the end, even though it was also getting increasingly creepy watching under the covers in the dark. I think the actual mystery plot is better than the series 2, more convoluted, but relies so much on coincidence and people knowing each other from the past that they start to jar after a while.
- Reading my first Murakami. I wasn’t sure which one to go for, so chose Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World on account of it being described as a fantasy noir/pulp fiction. I’m about half way through, and am still fighting off a strong feeling that I’d rather be reading a David Mitchell. I might try the Wild Sheep one next, any alternative suggestions gratefully received.