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A day of joy?
Dec. 25th, 2010 10:17 pmModerately horrible Christmas Day. No real outright arguments, but a general air of tension and horror — rather like being stuck in an air raid shelter, I'd imagine. I did reasonably well on the present front: Elder's take on Gotterdammerung with the Halle, Melnikov's exquisite recording of Shostakovich's preludes and fugues, a set of Bach cantatas, an Elizabeth Bear novel, and a few little things.
I was also rather ungrateful about the gift of a scarf, which mater seemed to have bought when her sense of guilt convinced her that I didn't have enough things to open — obviously thinking that there was a serious risk that I might count the parcels and, a la Dudley Dursley, flip out and scream. Having brought a perfectly servicable scarf with me and having got a scarf from one my aunts last year and being desperately short of storage space, I wasn't overjoyed to get yet another something that I didn't really want and, being a filthy mood, I didn't do a terribly good job of hiding my lack of delight. All rather embarrassing.
I was also rather ungrateful about the gift of a scarf, which mater seemed to have bought when her sense of guilt convinced her that I didn't have enough things to open — obviously thinking that there was a serious risk that I might count the parcels and, a la Dudley Dursley, flip out and scream. Having brought a perfectly servicable scarf with me and having got a scarf from one my aunts last year and being desperately short of storage space, I wasn't overjoyed to get yet another something that I didn't really want and, being a filthy mood, I didn't do a terribly good job of hiding my lack of delight. All rather embarrassing.
