sweeties

Christmas. Christmas week. Lots and lots of sweets.

That is one of my abiding memories of childhood. We hardly had sweets. Or at least sweets freely available. Except for Christmas week, when plastic pots of Quality Street and Licorice Allsorts would appear. And then...it was sweets before breakfast, in between meals and in between sweets....

Someone bought my children some marshmallows. They don't like them. I do. To be more exact, I like anything sweet. Particularly sweets composed entirely of e numbers and the remnants of the colouring used in biological warfare, like these.

I know it's Christmas as I eat sweets a lot. I eat them when I want to and when I don't want to. I eat them if I have to go into the kitchen. I eat them if I have something difficult to do- in order to put it off. They become comfort- kind of a la recherche du temps perdu I guess......

I think at this time we all do stuff that casts us back & helps us recall childhood or imagined childhood.

Back to the present....... is it just me or is this a common experience(?)- I have such a comedown contemplating my first official day 'back to work' in January (a bit of work 2moro, a service on Sunday- so Monday 5th.... In fact its getting me so much that I have to go to the kitchen to do some jobs and eat some sweets.....

How do you do that 'imagined childhood'/ 'Christmas warmth' bit? And no- you can't have any of these sweets. They are all mine. Besides, there soon won't be any left....