I can’t really believe it’s Christmas Eve, but it is and as I prepare for the Swedish Christmas dinner this evening (slightly haphazard but happily there are no other Swedes coming so I could feed them Weetabix and they wouldn’t know it wasn’t a century-old tradition) and Christmas Day tomorrow at my friend Noch’s, I am trying to take stock and reflect on the past year.
All in all it has been an excellent year. We settled into our life here, I interviewed a few royals, didn’t put on any weight and the children are growing more beautiful and more amusing (most of the time) by the day. Leonardo played golf yesterday with Grandpa. He got ‘up and down’ (whatever that means) in two. This is apparently extremely good. At one stage he even offered to teach Grandpa how to play golf which was very kind of him as Grandpa has been playing golf for the last 60 years or so.
Rupert has made great progress this year, on the golf course obviously, but also at work. He has been Business editor the past two weeks and has done an amazing job, bringing out 12 pages a day with only a skeleton staff. I think one of the best things about moving here is seeing him flourish and others realise how brilliant he is. In France there was really only me to appreciate him.
This morning I went to yoga with the lovely Ria, my teacher. She is the kind of yoga teacher you want; perfect body and totally inspirational. The minute you walk into class you decide to work hard, mainly because you want to look like her. It’s an odd thing though about human nature. There I was FURIOUS that I couldn’t hold my big toe and bring my leg straight out to the side, which is something a year ago I would have laughed if you’d asked me to even think about. In fact a year ago I couldn’t even touch my toes. This morning I actually stood on my flat hands with straight legs. But instead of congratulating myself on how far I have progressed I was beating myself up over what I couldn’t do, which included the splits. Is it just me or is this human nature? I guess it is how we progress.
Happy Christmas, God Jul (as we say before we eat our Weetabix) and Boun Natale from a sunny Abu Dhabi. I hope you all have a lovely few days.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009