Extra: Ordinary Moments
We have just been through the festive season without any TV reception.
The signal vanished the same morning O2 and Vodafone switched on their new 4G antenna in the building directly across the road from us so we had hoped that that was the problem. It would have been easily solved with one of those free filter thingies but, alas, the filter arrived on the 31st and we still can't get the BBC. So. One more phone call has been added to our lengthy to do list.
On the grand scale of things, Christmas without TV signal is not a disaster. It's less of a crisis than the year our shower packed in on Christmas Eve (try finding an affordable plumber over the Christmas break) or the time our front door lock broke on the first day of Trades Fortnight (Trades Fortnight is when every single Aberdeen tradesperson sods off to Tenerife*).
Also, we barely watch live TV these days. Mostly we watch Netflix. So: not the end of the world.
But I was kind of hoping that this would be the Christmas I'd stumble across Elf on the telly and find out what the rest of the lifestyle blogging world is making such a fuss about.
It was a little odd listening to the Hogmanay bells on the radio, too. Seeing in New Year without televised fireworks from Edinburgh? Strange.
*I exaggerate. They don't all go to Tenerife. The really successful ones go to Florida instead.
What we did do for Hogmanay - secure in the knowledge that I was too sleepy and too immobile to go to any parties or to wait for late night taxis - was, uh, sit on the sofa watching the Dr Who Christmas special on the Xbox.
I'm glad we were at home. There were fireworks going off all around the neighbourhood and Gizmo was freaking out. His yellow and black eyes were as big as bumblebees and he spent most of the night alternately running around my ankles and hiding behind the sofa.
Polly, on the other hand, slept right through.
As for us, between hearing the baby's heartbeat that morning, Steve feeling so many kicks that evening that we were both in fits of giggles and our enormous excitement about what this year holds in store, midnight felt kind of emotional. It's the first time I've ever felt excited about the change of the year and that's a lovely place to be.
In other news, Steve doesn't usually get the Christmas period off work so this year he made the most of it by trying out loads of new recipes (and playing lots of computer games). Highlights were a spicy apple porridge, Christmas spice cookies and crusty rolls. So good!
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.