Yes, you may have guessed it–the fifth day of Christmas when my true love sent to me five gold rings! (pretty generous, really).
What do they represent? Apparently it could be the Torah or Pentateuch: the first five books of the Old Testament.
Speaking of rings, my brother is determined for us to go the “The Hobbit” today, the new film by “Lord of the Rings” maestro Peter Jackson.
Clocking in at about three hours, it should at least offer a breather after the Christmas rush.
This morning a herd of families piled onto the London-bound train from York station clutching suitcases, babies and prams.
We saw off my pregnant sister, brother-in-law and their 14-month-old amid a frenzy of bags rammed into luggage compartments, hugs and waving hands, and accompanied by the odd tear glistening on a cheek.
As the French say–and I don’t think they are too wrong–every goodbye is a little death.
Suddenly the house is much quieter. And a little less Christmasy.