welcome to the 6th day of #TCRXmas. Today I have author Aimee Horton visiting with a festive guest post. Aimee’s the author of 2 novels and two novellas (all part of The Survival Series) which definitely look like my type of reads (love humorous books), so really look forward to checking them out. Many thanks to lovely Aimee for being here today and happy Sunday, all!
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS…
…is to make it until midnight.
Do you remember Christmas Eve Before Children? I ask that with a wistfulness that makes me close my eyes and do a happy sigh.
It’s one of my favourite memories. Snuggled up on the sofa with a glass of wine. Lights are twinkling, and all the presents are wrapped with love, to perfectly coordinate with the Christmas tree, which in turn coordinates with the room – and tinsel was still a swear word.
I’ve had a take-away curry, and as the clock strikes midnight we exchange a sneaky gift, before turning in ready for the day ahead. I’m confident and relaxed, because while the turkey is prepped, and the table is laid to immaculate precision, the rest of the food can wait until tomorrow, because you have nothing to do except drink champagne and prepare dinner. The Monica Geller in me would be proud at my ability to control sequins, glitter and fake snow.
Now, it’s not quite the same, after all, Monica has been rocking in a tinselled corner for the past seven years.
I have climbed the stairs, twenty-million-times, repeating, “Santa doesn’t come unless you’re asleep” on every visit. But, on the plus side, I swear I’ve worked off my chicken rogan josh – that I’m hoping will arrive soon.
I’m not on the sofa yet, although I do have a glass of wine (it might be my second), and the lights are twinkling. The tree perfection has been infiltrated with sneaky school-made decorations that have crept from the back of the tree, to the front, and the piles of presents next to it have yet to be wrapped. Oh, and looking at the paper to package ratio, I think I’m going to have to break into the birthday wrapping paper. Thank god Frozen looks almost festive, although I’m not sure the same can be said about The Avengers. It’s a race to wrap them before the doorbell goes, so love and personalised cards go out of the window and extra tape and a sharpies are utilised to the max. After all, nobody likes a soggy poppadum.
By 10pm the stockings are stuffed, and so am I, as I snuggled down on the sofa peace at last.
It’s this time I should be closing my eyes and thinking fondly of my BC Christmas Eve. But I’m actually thinking the Christmas Eve of now.
I’m thinking of the hot chocolate with the EXACT amounts of marshmallows. I’m thinking of being snuggled up under a blanket watching films I did when I was young – plus some new ones which I have now make the time to watch, of sniffing into my sleeve like my mother used to and finally understanding why the snowman melting is so devastating.
I’m thinking of my Christmas table, which without even realising it, sequins shaped like holly and stars have snuck onto the table cloth. Right between the retro chic glasses, the plates, and the snowman placecards that look like they’re having a stroke. I think it looks so much better that way after all.
I’m thinking of small hands and eyes assessing the Christmas dinner as it’s prepped – complaining about sprouts but almost falling over themselves with excitement at the chocolate log with the robin on. I’m thinking about reading The Night Before Christmas in new pyjamas, and leaving out the carrot, mince pie and port.
Oh, which reminds me, PORT.
I’m also thinking I’d quite like it to be midnight now, because I’m sure one of those presents which is wrapped up in kitchen roll has jewellery in it. The boys are currently thinking bigger is better, and the look of pity in their eyes when they see the size of my main present adds somewhat of an anti-climax.
So at 10.10pm, I’m listening to a re-run of The Royale Family Christmas Special with my eyes closed, but promising Mr Aimee that I’m awake and watching, I know I’m not going to make it until midnight no matter how hard I try and fight it.
Mothers Ruined by Aimee Horton
Series: The Survival Series #2
Published on 9.10.2015
Genres: chick lit, rom com, women's fiction
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Dottie Harris has a knack for stumbling into chaotic situations, gin & tonic in hand!
When Dottie and Henry Harris move to their new house, Dottie’s only desire is to make friends in the neighbourhood. But Dottie, just home from delivering her third child, is struggling to adjust to village life. Recently promoted Henry travels a lot, and the neighbours aren't very welcoming (although that could be because when Dottie first met them, she had dyed her children green).
So when Dottie accidentally hears her neighbours’ conversations over her baby monitor, she can’t help but use the information in her quest to build new friendships.
Of course, eavesdropping never ends well, and when Dottie discovers that two of her neighbours are having an affair, she’s horrified. Worse still, the locals are convinced she’s the one who’s doing the cheating. It’s up to Dottie to clear her name and expose the real cheat—in her signature haphazard way!