It'll be #ConfinedCocktails at 7pm for me (do start early if you want). It marks eight months since we first said hello on twitter over a stiff gin and a burning need to have something, anything, to look forward to and be a bit cheerful about amidst All This. There were a few weeks in the summer when maybe it wasn't 100% vital, but it's been a mainstay throughout the months otherwise. Thank you all.
And as Sarah has just eloquently mentioned, we need that something to look forward to still more at the moment. November is rarely a stellar month for me, and this one has been lonelier and damper than I like.
So I have started, incrementally, to decide it's Christmas. Or Christmasish, anyway. I've sent out cards, though only to people I needed to send Very Important Stickers to. I have put up some decorations, but these aren't my traditional ones - they are bits I have bought this year, to jolly stuff up. Full-on wreaths and decorations with history, not yet. Greenery, not for quite a while (though I'll keep it up till Candlemas if I can, when it comes...)
Transitional fairy lights now properly replaced with tat
OTOH, I spent some time this afternoon stringing teeny wrapping baubles onto wrapping string, both of them bought in a fit of optimism when I could see a prospect of cautious present exchanging at some point. Not any more. This year, they are just for me. So I may as well enjoy them for a decent length of time.
Next week's Confined Cocktails will be officially festive - any drinks you associate with winter holiday jollity. Tonight, I'm not going the whole hog - I think I'm going for a Jungle Bird instead. Not committed to sparkly snowscenes yet. Fully committed to have something to be cheerful about, tonight and just as long as we need it.
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