‘Bah Humbug!’ That’s my normal stance on Christmas. I’ve never been good at this time of year. I don’t like Turkey or shopping and I positively hate Slade screeching down my ears, But Christmas 2010 feels slightly different, It’s also my mammy’s birthday on the 25th and because she is poorly with Alzheimers disease, I feel it is important to try and make a special effort this year. I am even going to get a tree so I can use my gingerbread man fairy lights.
Anyone coping with dementia will know that quality of life disappears almost totally. Victims and carers fast become the invisible society, but we can all do something to help, even if it’s just increasing our own awareness. There will come a stage in everyone’s life that you know someone with this cruel disease. It may even be you. The fight goes on and I thank all of those who have donated to the Alzhiemer’s society by purchasing my gingerbread Christmas cards. We appreciate it very much!!
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On an arty front (that is why we are here after all) I’ve been busy working on the finishing touches of my new sculptures and over on the news page, you can see some snaps of the wax models mid-progress. They are almost complete and new images of the completed biscuits will be uploaded shortly.
And I must mention that the highlight of my gallery visiting year, It was seeing the new exhibition of my very good friend Tony Marshall at the Biscuit Factory in Newcastle. I went along to the preview and since more gossiping than admiring goes on….I went back the next day, in peace and quiet to fully appreciate this splendid collection of townscapes and figurative work. If you live in or around Newcastle, it would be a shame to miss….
Getting back to the big day, I’ve never hosted a christmas dinner before (I’m planning an ‘alternative’ curry) and don’t quite know whether I will cope well with the task. However, I figure that if I can get my guests sloshed before the starter, they won’t notice any disasters or Marks and sparks packaging. Or me running around with my hair on fire.
I don’t believe in Father Christmas anymore, but I do believe in angels….and I hope one will bring me some handwarmers, and maybe a chocolate orange.
And I hope that the santa/angels (delete as appropriate) bring you everything you hope for too.
Love and peace to you and your treasured ones,