In 15 minutes I have to go out of doors, out of the dry, warm, deliciously-gingerbread-scented (Felix and I have been baking) house into the cold, wet, dark, did I mention wet? marketplace and play Christmas carols (again) on my trombone. So what if hundreds of Faversham people also come out and everyone sings together and loads of people say it's their favourite Faversham event of the year? There's wine, and whiskey in the house - did I mention that? And some really lovely nibbles. If I did actually want to go out (!!!!!) I could go to Helen and James' where there is also wine and whiskey and a roaring fire too. And undoubtedly more good nibbles.
There is no wine, no whiskey in the darkness ahead. Just rain, and a driving wind that slinks water into all the gaps in your outerwear.
THE THINGS I DO FOR CHRISTMAS (stomps off to find band rain coat)...
