The best Christmas present - Time
Christmas is pretty low-key in France and it wouldn’t be too difficult to ignore it altogether. The French eat their ‘feast’ meal on the evening of the 24th and only have one day off work. The concept of Boxing Day does not exist, by the 26th everything has returned to normal and the shops are open again. For us, this is one of the attractions of France, although I have seen many FB posts on some expat French groups bemoaning the lack of festive spirit. We have long since passed the stage of exchanging pointless presents with each other, but may use Christmas as an excuse for a non-essential joint treat – this year it was a proper cast-iron théière to make tissanes.
I’d planned to write a blog post
about our first vegetarian Christmas dinner, with the obligatory photograph of
course. I’d tracked down an old recipe for vegetarian Christmas loaf with
chilli cranberry sauce that I last made in about 1996. The ingredients were fairly
straightforward: lentils, nuts, breadcrumbs, vegetables and the inevitable mushrooms;
all readily available in Intermarche. I even found some cranberries in Aldi. So
I was already prepared, however, when it actually came to the 25th
neither of us actually fancied eating ‘Christmas dinner’ and I received a
request for ‘something without mushrooms’… I think he was feeling a bit
mushroomed-out after my experiments in the last few weeks with the goulash,
stroganoff and daube. So, we had a very simple Christmas meal comprising all our
favourite ingredients: avocado starter, asparagus risotto (a store cupboard
meal!!) and a bought chocolate buche de noel. We did have a good bottle of
Chablis and some Belgian handmade chocolates too. A simple, fairly normal meal.
No hangover; no indigestion.
Simplicity has been the motive of
this holiday, and I can call it a holiday for once. I’ve given myself the best
Christmas present possible – time. Looking back, I don’t think I have actually
had a ‘day off’ for about two and a half years. When I moved to France in
August 2013 I left a full time job on Friday afternoon, travelled the next day
and on Sunday registered and started my business in France. I think the phrase
is ‘hit the ground running’. Since then, not a day has gone by when I have not
replied to emails, sent out quotes, been on social media or just simply been editing
and proofreading 1000s of words. The words ‘day off’ might be pencilled in the
diary, but at some time I’ll have been in the office.
A beautiful sunrise over the village this morning |
This year I was working to a
Christmas Eve deadline to return an edited document. Once I’d pressed SEND to
return the completed files to the client, I turned off the computer, tidied up
my desk and left my office for three whole days. At first I was a bit restless,
after all I only have to go upstairs to go to work. I kept picking up my phone
to check for emails, or checking into FB and Twitter to see what people were up
to. However, once I’d got over the guilt about not working I started to relax
and enjoy not working. I finished reading a French novel that had been
on the bedside table for a few weeks, watched a few You Tube videos about some
new interesting (non-work) topics and enjoyed a Netflix boxed set-fest of the
French crime thriller, Les Temoins (Witnesses). I did go back to the computer
for a browse on Amazon when we were deciding how to spend a Christmas voucher –
four real, paper books to share, but I did manage to have a complete break from
working.
I’m so glad that I allowed myself
to take a break and just enjoy doing not a great deal; to rest and re-charge
the batteries. I’m sure that one thing that encouraged me to relax is a new mindfulness
app I have been trying: Headspace. Mindfulness – sometimes a euphemism for meditation – had
always been on my moving towards minimalism to-do list, but there never really
seemed to be time to learn the techniques. Now I’ve found that simply re-arranging
the morning routine slightly gives me ten minutes to get into the right frame
of mind for the challenges of the day ahead.
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