Monday and the Muppets Christmas Carol is on – my second favourite version after Alistair Sim’s version. In the days of the VCR the tape nearly got worn out by my babies and they can still all recite great big chunks of it! Marvellous!
Irene has got the hump because I have borrowed MY debit card and she thinks I am up to something but as she reads this bog, dear reader, I can’t say anything and what makes it worse is she hates surprises as if I would do anything (tee hee!) Tim and Jonathan went to MacBurgers and now Jonathan doesn’t want any tea which has not improved her mood.
The big people magnet in the club is pulling again – I have had a shower and the stickers on my bum changed and Tim has come over but Antony has got a problem with his car so I don’t know what is going to happen!
My bum is still sore – the skin from the graft is still very raw even though I am improving. The internal pain becomes unbearable when I sit for any length of time but even that is improving.
Tuesday and in theory I have lots of baby sitters. Tim is here – albeit mending Antony’s car that has blown the heater matrix. “I’ll be in the drive if you need me – just ring my mobile.” Irene decides to go shopping with Jonathan so I am left on my own. I am woken by a frantic banging on the door. Tim can’t be in the drive and I shout if there is anyone to answer the door. The door knocker shouts through the letter box “No! All the doors are locked.” I get up and open the windows – it is our must have Rayburn fire bars that we have waited for delivery over a week. “Just drop them in the coal shed and we will pick them up.” “Need a signature” says Mr. Jobsworth, so I wend my weary way downstairs and bare my pipe cleaner legs to all and sundry. It was the firebars.
So now I am downstairs on my own with lots of Christmas goodies (Tee Hee) Antony confessed that he used to find presents and slit the sellotape and find out what was inside and then stick them up again. I cured them when one year we put everything in a neighbour’s house. They went frantic turning the house upside down and there were many sleepless nights that year when I told them I had cancelled Christmas!
One time we had a twelve panel glass door and the bottom middle panel was broken. That was fine because the dog used to jump through it and every Christmas the smallest child used to get pushed through the locked door to see what Santa had brought until the youngest wouldn’t fit anymore and then the key went missing.
Well I didn’t misbehave with the presents. I sat making paper sticks out of newspaper that we use to light the fire and then I laid on the settee for the first time. Then there was a knock on the door…..it was a reporter from the Daily Mail wanting to talk council business. Irene was not best pleased as I was getting ready for my trip up Everest which I completed on my own without stopping! (Well I “paused” for the last step!)
