Christmas Eve is an odd
night at work. Some years it can be busy, other years quiet. But
there is no denying that I was expecting the overnight radio to have
been somewhat more festive than it was. With documentaries about the
physicist Faraday and the New Horizons probe to Pluto and articles
about the German economy and adoption it didn't seem at all
Christmassy.
And so I set off
homewards. What with a few days leave having been booked, Bank
Holidays, scheduled biopsies and the vagaries of my shifts I've only
got three working days over the next two weeks.
As I drove home I
listened to Nicholas Parsosns doing a festive "Just a Minute"
on the radio. That started getting me in the Christmas mood.
I arrived home feeling
rather festive; the house smelled of roasting Christmas dinner. But
as well as feeling festive I felt tired so I went to bed until mid
day.
I got up and found
"Daddies Little Angel TM" and her
crew had arrived. And it wasn't long before the "My Boy TM"
posse were here either. Pausing only briefly to surgically deal with
Cheryl's blister we were soon in full Christmas flow. Pressies were
dished out. I was pleasantly surprised with the barrel of stout that
I'd brewed. seven of us (and "Stormageddon - Bringer of
Destruction TM") sat down for
Christmas dinner. "er indoors TM"
had excelled herself; we had a really good scoff.
Feeling pleasently
bloated I took Lacey to the shop over the road for loads of squirty
cream and we had a quick game of "Pie Face" before I
sat down on the sofa to rest my eyes.
I woke to find that James
and Emily had arrived and we scoffed meat and pickles whilst playing
"Who's in the Bag"; a rather good game which does
pre-suppose you have heard of a lot of celebrities and historical
figures.
By the time the evening
came the crowds had thinned somewhat. I got out the port and cheese
and we sat laughing and putting the world to rights with Brian and
Rachel.
Having only had three
hours sleep followed by a gallon of home brew and far too much port I
finally crawled into my pit shortly after midnight.
Not a bad Christmas
really... Same time next year?
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