Currently on a mini break in Reykjavik. Snow and ice and lights everywhere. Two days ago it was the last day of November and I was appalled at the amount of premature Christmas activity going on. Today, 2 days into December, I’m all about the sparkle. I’ve even seen a Viking-themed busker with a Santa hat jammed on over his horns. An interesting look, and one that he carried off impressively well. I think he was singing ‘Let it Snow’ in the style of Bjork. Just without the ‘oh so quiet’ bit at the start. I’ve undergone my annual morphing ritual from normal person (for which read ‘person who can’t stand any food stuff where the main ingredient is dried fruit and candied peel’) into lover of seasonal fare (not only am I craving a deep-filled mince pie, I’m actively considering Christmas pudding. I will, however, draw the line at brandy butter.)

It seems it’s possible to significantly change your attitude, preferences and priorities on the basis of a change in context. And that change can be something as small as the first three letters of the month. There have been quite a few more significant changes in my life recently. Some good, some less so, but all presenting a potentially exciting opportunity to shake things up a bit. Take a fresh look. Maybe, at a push, try something different. I’ve struggled to take this opportunity. It’s really easy just to slip back into the everyday monotony of life. These few days in Iceland have definitely helped though. I’ve resisted coming here for years on the basis that, as my fingers go numb if I walk through the chilled aisle in the supermarket, it might be a little cold here for my liking. Turns out it’s really fine. I mean, it’s cold, obviously. But I’ve worn gloves outside, and there’s heating indoors. Trying something different doesn’t have to be scary, and might turn out a lot better than expected. Today, Iceland; tomorrow, brandy butter. Maybe.

So I’m feeling festive and really looking forward to Christmas. I’ve found at least three carol concerts to go to, and I’m stopping for some mince pies on my way home tomorrow. Only one slight lingering anxiety. How are all those children going to get their presents? I think I ate Rudolph on a canapé last night.