Welcome to Tweenie Time.
Not the excruciating children’s TV programme and all the paraphernalia that went with it, but that time of year when Christmas is over, and New Year hasn’t yet arrived.
The shops are almost back to normal, but everything seems surreal, as if we’ve missed some major event and something else is waiting in the wings.
We ventured into town yesterday, not that we needed anything, but it was a pleasant day and nice to get out in the winter sunshine.
We lit a candle for our Dads in the Abbey, and nipped into one of the supermarkets for some milk.
Surprisingly, Christmas Fayre is still available, but not at that much of a reduced price.
I picked up a Christmas Pudding for 49p and it was pretty good. Not like my Mum used to make of course, but you could taste the cider, there was plenty of fruit in it, and well, for 49p, you can’t complain really.
After New Year, we enter into another Tweenie Time, one which Hubby and I have dubbed Eastmas.