Hello for the second time today.
Since I had a hard time around my computer until a few days ago, I couldn’t write a thing about my Christmas or anything else. So I’m gonna write it now.
Christmas is spent all together, when it’s possible. and so my sister Sara, who I already mention a few times already, came to visit us for Christmas. She arrived just the twentieth, Wednesday, arriving to Enniskillen and then being picked up by us.
There’s nothing much to say about her stay at our home, except that I loved it. I didn’t even realize how much I missed her until I had her in our house again… Even if that meant I had to sleep in the same room as my brother, something that is becoming nothing short of a nightmare for me, and him too.
For Christmas we have the tradition of gifting only books. So, on Christmas day, we all receive our books and then passed the whole day reading them! And the day after. And the one after that.
The twenty-nineth, Sara parted from us to get back to Glasgow. We brought her all the way to Belfast, where she took the ferry. According to her report, she arrived home at ten pm: poor girl. (Or rather poor woman, because my sister is a grown woman, now, halfway through her twentieth year of Life).
As for New Year… nothing to say. Really. We passed it in the most common way ever. I stayed up until late as usual to greet the New Year, but I wrote and programmed all the time after my parents went to bed and as soon as the New Year had arrived, I greeted it quickly and went to bed too.
However, just yesterday a blackout happened, cutting electricity off fifty thousands houses. We were hit, too, and we dined at candle’s light. Romantic, but effective. Then we had a walk outside, in the darkness and wind (130 km/h, the news said). At 10:40, three hours and forty minutes after the start of the blackout, our house got the light back. We had placed bets on the time when the electricity would have returned, but unfortunately I chose to bet the range 11-12, while my brother chose 10:30-11:30, and so won the bet.
Now I’d better get going, because I’m at the public library and -after I bothered him for a quarter of hour about having to go home- now my brother is basically pulling me out.
«When you are in the darkness, even the faintest light of the smallest candle looks like a wildfire». D. Lovallo, while looking out of the window during a blackout.