Despite a very late night last night I
was still wide awake about four hours earlier than I would have liked.
Over brekkie I posted up the last
instalment of this year’s Lego advent calendar. This year’s seemed to be
somewhat lacking in plot. The Star Wars advent calendar doesn’t really work in
my world. Next year I’ll get the Lego City one.
There was minor consternation in the
family this morning since the "My Boy TM"-mobile blew up last night. The
thing stopped working in the general vicinity of Court Wurtin (a place, not an indecent offence!) and
the official verdict of the AA man was that the car was f*cked. For those of a
more technical disposition the engine has seized. If any of my loyal readers
have a spare engine they don’t want, and the ability to install it, please let
me know.
Six years ago I would have been able to
buy them a replacement car. For all that I wasn’t really happy with my lot six
years ago, having a *lot* more
disposable income did make for an easier life. It is little niggles like not
being able to help my children that really hurts.
"er
indoors TM"
had cooked up the turkey overnight; the dogs had turkey fat on their biscuits
for their brekkie. They loved it.
With dogs settled we set off to
Hastings. First of all to visit the mother-in-law. An hour’s chatting, a cup of
coffee and a mince pie all went down nicely then we walked down the road to see
the brother-in-law and his tribe. We were only an hour late for lunch with my
mother, but on the plus side we managed to reactivate her Facebook account. I
then slept for much of the afternoon.
We then visited the other in-laws for a
mince pie, and as we were in the area we had a wander round Westfield. The
village puts on a rather pretty light show every year; it was rather impressive
and *very* crowded.
We’d had a *really*
busy day and we came home worn out; in many ways this was typical of how our
Christmases used to be. For years Christmas was always an endless journey of
driving round visiting everyone else. A couple of years ago I put a stop to
that.
We got home to another family emergency. With
the universe now closed for one day "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
had run out of bumwad. "er indoors TM" set off on a
mercy mission; my suggestion of baking it until midnight then using the
wrapping paper from the Christmas presents hadn’t gone down well.
With bumwad delivered "er indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of dinner and we scoffed it and washed it down with
Christmas stout. For afters was port and cheese.
Headache in the morning…?
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