A good start to Christmas last night with our annual carol singsong. Slightly fuzzy bonce this morning. Will be arite. Absolutely pelting it down outside. Darragh still going strong. Doing his business. I doan mind. Our rain defences are holding. The roof. The levee.
THG was up early to take surprise visitor Joe to the station. He hadn’t told us he was coming. Great stuff. The only missing offspring was John who lives in Berlin. That’s a bit far to come for a surprise visit.
The family once threw a surprise 80th birthday party for one of THG’s aunties. People gathered in a hotel in Liverpool coming from as far as Lincoln and the USA. The auntie was totally gobsmacked. The occasion was for her tinged with an element of disappointment. She said she would like to have known it was happening so that she could have looked forward to it. A lesson there perhaps.
Our house is busy this morning. Tom’s pals have rocked up having been kicked out of their hotel. THG is now feeding them in the kitchen. It’s amazing how quickly the food supplies go down when you have a house full of hungry adults especially when they are working off all last night’s booze. We have a dustbin full of empties by the front door. At some stage I will have the satisfaction of tipping it all into the recycling bin.
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A cosy sit in front of the fire kind of afternoon. Rain lashing down on the windows. THG finishing off writing Christmas cards. Done all mine but she has more to do. Frens & relashuns. There is no telly in this room. You don’t need one when you have a fire. Entertainment enough although on this occasion I’m watching a bit of footy on my Macbook. Unobtrusive. An occasional exchange of words with ma gal. It’s nice to have a full house but also nice when we have it back to ourselves again. Starting to get dark out. Not a place to be. Deepest midwinter. Wild night. Busy week ahead. 4 sleeps til trefbash.
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Interesting how Facebook throws friend suggestions at me. Some of them have no mutual friends and others quite a few. The common theme is that generally I have no idea who they are. All these people are real, I assume. They have lives, loves maybe, jobs, hobbies, favourite foods, they go on holiday somewhere. Maybe they have a special talent. I’ll never know.
There are only so many people you can interact with.