Austere but festive. Common knowledge that this is how I love my carols. Prim vowels, medieval lyrics, and descants which make your heart soar up the the (high, gothic, fan-vaulted for preference) ceiling.
Other brilliant festivities (on similar themes) include:
Christmas dinner at Johns:
Another wonderful thing which has compensated for coursework and cold and earache is, I warn you now, a smug little moment. I was flattered, flattered and fluttery and happy and speechless and silly to recieve these:
The last time I was given flowers romantically was February 2007, and I treasured them and dried the petals and kept the petals for two years. I love getting flowers, and they are the one thing I would splash out on if I were rich. It still wasn’t as romantic a gift as the lightbulbs though. How to woo a lighting designer’s daughter? Bring her replacement lightbulbs in the correct fitting and wattage.
There are also commoner ways to stave off blues:
I made dinner last night, and I had been craving clean food all day. Haphazard Moroccan Lentils (lentils, lemon, paprika, chili, oregano, onions, garlic, salt, pepper); tomatoes with garlic and oil; spinach and feta with balsamic, cous-cous, carrots with ginger and lemon, and a peach cake for pudding. I do love proper food, and tonights inevitable cheese on toast is not gearing up to be a highlight.