Well, I didn't get fired (I didn't think I would). Our HR director came and said warm fuzzy things, took us out for dinner and gave us holiday season bottles of wine. Hooray!

It's felt like a dry year but our friends at met.ie say otherwise. The last few months have been below average but the early months balance that out.  I guess the fact that I never go outside means that I never notice the rain.  My public transport using colleagues would no doubt have a different slant on this.

I have let my inner scrooge show his face. Sally asked me a while ago if we could have a huge (200 people) christmas party and I said yes. I wouldn't have waved my arms and shrieked What a great Idea! or anything, but I wasn't grumpy about it.

So she planned a bit and some people were told, but it was a bit early to invite people formally, so that didn't happen. And then she booked a band. It's a good band (they played at our wedding) and while 900 euro is not expensive, it did seem to me to be too much to spend on a couple of hours entertainment. So I raised an eyebrow and asked where the band was going to be playing and wouldn't 900 euro buy a lot of booze?

So one thing lead to another and I asked why she wanted to have a party in the first place?  This question was in the context of her saying that she found these affairs a bit stressful (and I reminded her that the last big party we had she retired early with a migraine) and I was merely wondering why the fuck would we bother if it's not enjoyable? (In the nicest possible way of course).

Things went silent then and there hasn't been much talk about the party since. I'm pretty sure I killed it, and I'm sorry that I did, but (whispers) I'm not sorry that it's dead. I am a bad person and a worse husband and I should just restart the whole endeavour and make it happen. Sally wants a party, and she'd really enjoy it if she didn't feel responsible for it, so I should just suck it up and take over and make it happen.

It'd be the best christmas present I could give her.