Antony comes over and tells me that Eleanor doesn’t want to come over because she doesn’t like seeing me in bed so I have another incentive to get myself up and about.
Tuesday and my brother Alex is coming up for Christmas and New Year. I have decided to go out to the club for Christmas practise mark II. I decide not to walk because the ice is very thick but we travel along the roads. It is bitterly cold – a real hoary frost if you pardon the expression. The doorman at the club wishes me all the best with my recovery. The club is fairly quiet – well it is a Tuesday – and I order a full bottle of Merlot with the intention of taking the leftovers home. I drink nearly four glasses which again goes to my head. The journey home is uneventful and then I have to make my second ascent of Everest which I achieve with no real problems and I get in bed, cold, tired, with a sore bum, but why oh why can’t I sleep after my vino collapso anaesthetic?
It’s Christmas come early!
They have now changed the fire bars so we can sort out the heating ready for Christmas and now they are off to buy a dustbin for the ashes. The rayburn is having an early Christmas!
Irene has spotted a what she called a box when it was in fact a bag and it is driving her mad as she knows it is for her and she hates surprises (tee hee!) Then there is a knock at the door and another Christmas present for Irene and she tells me to open it. I hand it to her and tell her to open it and ruin Christmas. She storms off calling me a “supercilious old twat” and nearly falling downstairs in the process. All I am trying to do is spread a little cheer and happiness in a season of goodwill to all men and wives!
Then she says that she hopes I haven’t got her a lot as she hasn’t got me much. “I mean” she says, “what can you buy a man who lays in bed all day? I know! A pillow!”
She has gone shopping and I have wrapped her presents from bed. I should have got up and done it because wrapping secondhand saucepans that I got off ebay an Ikea smorgasbord serving set was not very easy!
The postman knocks on the door with a parcel wrapped in Christmas paper addressed to me. I think that it is something the boys have sent for and I tell Jonathan to put it under the tree. Then I realise it is a car workshop manual I have bought off ebay and I ask Jonathan to bring it up but he refuses and says it’s for Santa.
When Irene gets in I ask her to bring it up and she comes in and asks why I have wrapped a present for myself! I am too tired to go through the ebay scenario again!
The nurse has been and we discuss options for Christmas change. They are all working on Christmas Day but we have decided my Gladii stickers will last until Saturday when my little girls come over.
Irene is back from the supermarket and has bought me some midget gems – I think I am on rations.
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