The dogs had a restless night
last night, and consequently so did I. Apparently Treacle was sick shortly
after I dozed off. "er indoors TM" cleared it up; I
cleared that which Fudge brought up after having eaten far too much brekkie.
Over a little brekkie of my own
I had a look at the Internet. It was still there. I didn’t get much of a look
at it as treacle jumped on to the lap-top and tried to fight me. She does that
from time to time. Presumably she’d recovered from whatever made her throw up
in the night?
"er indoors TM" put Christmas
collars on to the dogs. Fudge got his off within seconds (he *hated* it) and it wasn’t long before Pogo and Treacle were
playing tug-o-war with it.
We got ourselves and the hounds
organised and went for a little walk round the park. As we went up the road one
of the local tramps was having a tiddle up the side of the church. A surfeit of
special brew at half past nine? Well, it is Christmas.
We walked round Bowens field int
the park. Although it wasn’t raining (such an improvement on yesterday)
it was still very damp underfoot. As we walked Pogo picked a couple of fights.
All with dogs on leads. He’s fine with other dogs all the time they aren’t on
leads.
With walk
walked we came home and I told the Internet about this year’s last instalment
of the Lego
Advent calendar, then got myself ready to set off in the general
direction of work.
As I drove I
didn't have the radio playing its usual brand of drivel. Instead I listened to
a CD. "Mr Hankey's Christmas Classics" got me into quite the
festive mood. Something which has been somewhat lacking for me this year. I
sand along to all the old favourites as I drove up the motorway.
I soon got to
work; the pre-Christmas buffet was in full flow. I scoffed myself silly. And
then I did OK in the Secret Santa draw - a book about fishing, a slab of
chocolate and a bottle of rather decent ale. Apparently I was one of the easier
choices of people to have in the "Secret Santa" draw; one look
at my Facebook feed told everyone that anything fishing-or beer- related would
be appreciated. As would anything geocaching, but no one really knew what that
was all about...
We had a
rather busy day at work. As I worked I found myself reflecting on my first ever
Christmas Eve at work; Christmas 1981. And all the Christmasses back in the
day. For a few years, on Christmas Eve work stopped at mid-day and everyone but
the boss went to the pub. The boss stayed behind and did what little work there
was whilst we drank in the pub. I can remember being absolutely legless by half
past twelve. We would drink until about
half past two when we would stagger back to work; arriving at three o'clock.
Much the same time as the night shift (who would get in *very* early). The
night shift would take over, and we would then drink a small glass of whiskey
with the boss (pretending we liked it) until we all staggered off to our
various homes just after four o'clock.
Things were
very different back then. Today I was rather non-stop until the night shift
arrived at nine o’clock.
I miss the
old Christmas Eves at work…
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