I suppose the word “Aftermath” could sum it up, but it feels more like a post mortem: where they examine the dead tissue to decide what it died of. I know I am a Christmas grinch, and am so glad the carnival of gifts, expensive food and decorations is now gone and we can almost get back to normal (until Easter, but that is another burden we all have to carry).
Today I ventured again into the store to replenish the empty shelves in the food cupboard and the fridge. It was almost begging me to fill it up again. And so this evening we will be having frankfurters and soup for a meal, which I really do not like, but Mr. Swiss grew up with them in Switzerland and my No. 1 son eats everything as long as it is not green (how can he miss the delights of brussel sprouts and broccoli).
The supermarket parking places were again bursting at the seams, with only three spare places out of 250 left. There were two empty places waiting for me on the 6 reserved spaces for the handicapped, so I was happy. Of course there were labels hanging everywhere announcing half priced bargains, which were mainly unwanted clothing articles or the plants that no-one wanted.
And so life continues, and I have the pleasure this evening of ironing the bed linen.
So let us now look forward to next Christmas, we have a year to prepare.