Single In The City: I got just what I wanted for Christmas ... friends, family and a dressing gown with ears
Boxing Day 2012 and I have woken up from my turkey and cheese board induced coma feeling smug. No, I have not been to the Next sale and bought fourteen bags of junk I didn’t need. I have just completed my first single Christmas Day, and not once did I feel the need to break into ‘All By Myself’ whilst wailing hysterically. In fact, the most emotional moment was the argument with my Grandma about if the contestant on Deal Or No Deal was dressed as a parsnip or a turnip.
Shoving handfuls of Jaffa Cakes into my mouth to make sure my food levels do not deteriorate whilst surrounded by unwrapped presents is so much more fun than having to get up, get dressed and go out visiting another person’s family.
My own family are downstairs. Big Jo (my Mum) has the fridge door open and is muttering ‘so many carrots’ on a loop to herself. Big Col (my Dad) is legging it out of the back door shouting ‘Just off to Asda for a case of beer and a French stick.’ My Brother is on the Xbox, my Sister is in bed cradling an empty bottle of champagne and my friends are either getting over the Next sale (yes, they are my friends, I just let them get on with it), visiting in laws, or realising onesies are neither flattering, nor practical but still pretending they are the best invention in the World (cue Facebook status ‘Boxing Day. Turkey Korma and my onesie’).
In recent years, Boxing Day has always signalled some sort of festive come down, but this year is different. The only thing I’m upset about is how rubbish The Royle Family Christmas Special really was and the fact we seem to have run out of pate alarmingly early. In fact, being single at Christmas means I get to do whatever I want, including being Hull’s very own (self-certified) Carrie Bradshaw and trying to give single a good name.
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It’s all well and good for Beyoncé to sling on a leotard and wave her hands about for All the Single Ladies. We all know you’ve got Jay Z in a Santa hat at home, love. After the sheer amount of food I consumed yesterday, I am never going to look good in a leotard but I will gladly step up and wave my hands and plastic mistletoe around for the single ladies of Hull.
Christmas 2012 has helped me realise the benefits of standing back and appreciating what single really means. It seems there is no point hunting around for rules that don’t exist when you making your own is so much more fun. I’m coming to terms with the fact It’s not always going to be easy, but every cloud has a silver lining.
In the words of Carrie Bradshaw, ‘the fact is, sometimes it’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes. That’s why we need really special ones.’
I’m happy to admit I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas this year. Friends, Family a Cheryl Cole Calendar, a dressing gown with ears and a surprise delivery of extra pate from Big Col’s trip to Asda. The special shoes will be on their way shortly. Just as soon as the sales have finished