I woke for a tiddle at five
o’clock. I chivvied Sid out who had a tiddle of his own, then came back in and
crapped on the carpet.
I cleared it all up, and went
back to bed.
Even though it was Christmas I
still had toast and peered at the Internet. I was hoping and expecting Facebook
to be filled with pictures of happy families with loads of pressies. There were
a few, but there was no end of posts on the local pages about the real and
imagined crimes which had supposedly taken place yesterday.
I got dressed, drove out to Canterbury to collect "Daddy’s Little
Angel TM" and then on to Folkestone where we collected "Stormageddon
- Bringer of Destruction TM". We came home, and played Lego
for a while whilst "er indoors TM" boiled up a
rather good Christmas dinner before returning "Daddy’s Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" back
from whence they’d come.
With the day’s driving done I settled
in front of the telly with a can of mild and a bottle of stout to wash down the
left-over Christmas dinner, and fell asleep in front of “Carry on Camping”.
I woke just in time for us to
pop round the corner for an evening with Brian and Rachel. We sat in front of the
open fire and had a rather good evening which got progressively more vague as
time rolled on.
Not the busiest of Christmases…
I wonder what we’ll do next time?
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