Good afternoon Bloggets. I went to our local pet shop today
to buy a couple more toys for our dogs. They were in the half price sale. One is
a fluffy elephant, see, I even have my dogs’ elephants, by the way, did I tell
you my Brother in law bought me a beautiful wooden box for Christmas with
elephants on it? I collect wooden boxes, yep, something else I collect, but
this one is so different to any other one I have. It’s stunning. The other toy I
got my dogs is a fluffy pig. I went in for one toy with rope legs because the
Christmas elf I got them for Christmas, The Little Fella put a hole in it on
day two. And he loved it. That had rope legs, but I came out with two, fluffy
toys, not one, and these have rope tails, so came rope.
They love them and when we got them home, they ran around
the house with one each in their mouths.
Now my Hub is fitting my new lightbulb. Remember the one
that changes colours? It’s easy to fit. It’s even easy to work with our HIVE,
but to connect it to Alexa? Different story… he likes his toys though, so I’m
keeping well out of this and letting him have fun with his tech.
We have had a lovely day, laughed a lot and now going to try
to sort out going to see our friends. We are going out at some point with our
Son and his girlfriend. For a meal at my new favourite restaurant. Just not
sure when.
It’s cold today, so I’m trying to warm my hands around a cup
of coffee. And then back to the kitchen to see what’s for dinner tonight. Hub
has loads of food to eat as still getting through his turkey. In fact, he has
frozen three parcels of meat and is left with a plate of it and of course the
soup on the top of the stove he made.
It’s funny now Christmas is over, I’m itching to take our
decorations down. Hub says no though, he wants to keep them up until the
second. I can’t believe we are about to take them down for another year. Where is
time going?
And that leads me onto what you voted for your top three blogs
of the year… in third place.
Soon Hub and I shall be decorating our house for Christmas.
We like to be early to look forward. As soon as the big day is over, I’m so
ready to take down my decs. Last year on Boxing day, the day after Christmas, I
was getting the boxes ready to start to dismantle everything. To Hubs horror.
He wanted to wait until New Year’s Day, which is not like him, he’s normally
like me, but most people in our avenue of all sorts, put the decorations up
later and down much later. I always say the same. They are decorations for
Christmas, not called New Year decorations,
I dislike New Year immensely. I could quite easily just sit
at home with Hub and watch TV. Even going to bed before midnight. Is there a
Bah Humbug version of New Year?
The funny thing is,
loads of my friends dislike that time of year too. We have been invited out for
New Year, but to be honest, I’m so not feeling it…
New Year is just people who want to get as drunk as they can
and snog a total stranger dressed as a chicken. People who promise to do all
sorts keeping in touch throughout the new year who never bother again. Until
the next year. People who wish everyone a happy new year but don’t give a stuff
if they have a happy one or not. Hahaha. See, Bah Humbug!!!
I used to love New Year in Russia. It was exciting. And I
was young enough to believe in promises. Also, there were no kissable chickens
in sight.
In a country full of dirty snow and bleak skies, elderly
ladies looking very angry and torturous eye treatment, a sparkle at New Year
was much needed. The thought of Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost turning up at the
hotel I stayed at, absolutely drunk out of his skull, gave such amusement to my
teenage years.
I had two days off my treatment. A good start. I would go to
the hairdressers in our hotel. It would be something like 4 roubles towards the
end of the eighties, about £4. My Mum would always have a choice of beautiful
dresses for me to pick. I never got a choice of clothes when I was young, not
when bought, but I had the pick of my Mums selection that she packed in our
huge suitcase. This particular year one of my most favourite New Years of all
time, I had a Russian boyfriend. He was tall and so very handsome. Everywhere
we went together, girls/women used to eat him with their eyes and their voices
would be like melting chocolate around him!
I used to feel so proud to be with him. He worked as a model but we met
at the hotel where I stayed each visit. He said he would like to see what I was
wearing for our night. I had three dresses that year. One was a beautiful cream
lace short dress without sleeves. The other was a very long pale green dress
that was floaty more like a bridesmaid’s dress. My least favourite. I was
hoping he would not have picked that one as he said he would like to be the one
who decided… and the third, my favourite was a very long straight silky dress.
Again, shoestring straps with a very figure-hugging bodice which really showed
off my figure. I had one in those days. It was what we call teal now days, but
back then I think it was called sea green.
I had gold four-inch heels. So, into the cockroach bathroom,
but don’t worry, as they ran when I turned on the light… change and out. So, I
put on my favourite dress first, the teal one. Stood there. Looked at my
Boyfriend, he smiled and just looked through my soul with his steely blue eyes.
I still in my mind see his face. He was the most handsome of all men. I melted
at his glance. His presence was a lifetime gift as far as I was concerned.
My second dress after getting no comment from that one, was
the very revealing lace one. I stood before him. Again, he smiled. I turned to
walk away as he wasn’t going to say yes to that one, as he was very protective,
or jealous if any other man would talk to me, so no way he would be happy me
wearing that.
I put on the frumpy all cover up one… felt like I had lost a
bride. Walked out and to my horror, he walked over to me. Took my hand. Kissed
the back of it. With his other hand, he turned up the old-fashioned tape
machine I used to take to Russia for some western comfort of music, and with
that same hand. He placed his hand on the small of my back put a kiss into my
neck and gently danced with me. At the end of the dance, I wanted to take off
that dress and put on my jeans. Then put away frumpy dress number three. Hang
up dress number two and on the back of the hotel room chair, lay the dress
number one, the one I was going to wear that night….
He and I were like peas in a pod. We thought alike.
Oh.
Until he told me I would be the most beautiful girl at the
dance that night.
In my bright green floaty, frummmmmpy dress.
Nonononononononono
But,
Yep.
He wanted me to wear that blooming awful thing.
I would do anything he asked of me. I was his puppet. He
pulled my strings that night.
Later on, I asked him why that dress?
He replied.
“your body is only for me to see…””
Okey dokey
I still danced the night away with lots of guys from
Georgia. I was far from flirtatious, I just adored dancing. And the best fun
was either the delegations from Mexico, with their guitars and forever
singsongs, or Georgians who were always so much fun.
Champagne was a flow and I laughed and had so much fun with
many friends who I had known for years. Genuine people. Once I got to know
Russian people, I understood most of them and all they wanted to do in their
rather repressed life was be happy. And for New Year’s Eve, we were all so
happy. Sadly, reality had to wake up and life once again began!
© Fiona Cummings
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