Just after I eventually nodded off last night I was
woken by the sound of Darcie WaaWaa TM” crashing
up the stairs loudly telling the world to be quiet as Granddad was asleep. I
lay awake for an hour after which my phone loudly announced I had a message
even though all its connections to the internet were switched off. And when I eventually dozed off again so “er
indoors TM” and the dogs quietly
came to bed.
I lay awake for another hour or so then gave up and
watched an episode of “Victoria” before having my usual rummage on-line.
Not much was going on, so I had a quick munz, then had a go at Wordle. Having
got four letters spot-on on my second attempt I then made four more wrong
guesses and didn’t get it at all. SHA-E has got quite a few possibilities.
The roads were rather busier than I thought they might
be as I drove to work this morning. Whenever I drive on a Christmas morning I
remember driving to my Mum's house on a Christmas morning after a Christmas Eve
night shift in the late 1980s. On that morning on the thirty-mile journey from
Ashford to Hastings I saw a total of six other cars driving about. I'd seen
more than that before I'd covered half a mile this morning.
As I drove I thought I might listen to the carol
service on the radio as it might be nice and Christmassy.
It wasn't.
Rather than traditional Christmas carols and readings
there were happy-clappy modern songs and operatic howling dirges interspersed
by sad tales of woe. I turned the radio off and sung along to what was on my
MP3 stick instead.
Work was rather busy bearing in mind it was Christmas
Day. Back in the day hospitals used to
empty out all but the most dire cases for Christmas... seemingly not any more.
I had a look back through my diaries and saw that
today was the seventh Christmas Day that I was working out of the last ten. On
one of the others (2018) I had a full-on-till 9pm Christmas Eve session,
and on another (2019) I had Boxing Day. But I did have all of Christmas
off in 2016.
I’m not complaining; working at Christmas goes with
working in a hospital.
But home time soon came. The roads home were far busier
than Christmas Day had any right to be. I got home and had a rather good day.
Games, pressies, sweeties, beer, wine, firty year old Martini and another
bottle of Advocaat… littlun demanding Weetabix rather than Christmas dinner. We
watched The Grinch and Muana…
We went to bed (worn out) shortly after midnight. A
rather good Christmas really…
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