So we have done the Christmas traditional swapping of presents and I won’t say too much about that except Irene was true to her word and I am now reclining resplendent on my new pillow!
Tim has just come in – he is not a happy chappy as he has got work tonight at ASDA but hey ho someone has got to get the shelves stacked for the hordes to top up their supplies. Eleanor is coming over today with little Evie and her mummy and daddy.
I would like to be able to write some hilarious happenings over Christmas Day but basically there were none. I made a fairly good stab at Christmas Dinner, had some Chablis and a tin of beer and that’s about it.
Antony. Lyndsey, Tim and my brother with Tim have bought us a freesat and we have got our equivalent of the Chuckle brothers putting the dish up – to me, to you! The freesat still isn’t working. Alex has been on the internet and it appears that we have to move our house thirteen point two degrees. God knows what the neighbours will say!
Eleanor has lost a tooth and she had to put it under mummy’s pillow because she is frightened of the tooth fairy. I told her of the time when Antony lost his tooth and when his new teeth came through there was a large gap and the others called him “gappy appy” and he used to get upset and when Darren had long thick hair and they used to say that he would need to go to work in the brush factory. “Weren’t they silly Grandpa!” says Eleanor. Oh yes, Eleanor, silly beyond your wildest dreams!
Darren lives in Blackpool and he turns up on Sunday with the grandson Brandan. Elranor disappears upstairs with him and Irene shouts upstairs “What are you two doing?” “Just showing Brandan Grandpa’s bags!” It would seem that Eleanor has accepted my stoma in quite a matter of fact manner.
I had a really terrible Saturday night. Not only was my backside sore but I had restless leg syndrome and couldn’t keep still. What I wouldn’t give for a full night’s sleep.
One of my Christmas gifts is 365 stupidest things ever said so you can guess, dear reader, what you are going to have in my blog next year.
That, and some amazing facts about Barnes Wallis, inventor of the bouncing bomb.
Alex has managed to get freeview on the bedroom TV so I can get infinitely more channels than I could get before.
The freesat downstairs is a different kettle of fish. The decision to move the house 12.6 degrees is in abeyance until they have used the paper protractor downloaded and printed off the internet. Suddenly Jonathan shouts “That’s it! We’ve got it!” So the house moving has got a reprieve.
I have been trying too hard over Christmas and now my backside is very sore and the painkillers don’t seem to touch it. It is more like a nerve pain than a physical one.
Just heard the news that on Boxing Day that my old mate David Taylor MP dropped dead wnilst walking with his family. Where’s the bloody justice?
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