Or did I mean Boxing day?
Yes, I think I did mean Boxing day.
It was really dull and boring.
Every time I thought I would put my coat on and set out for a walk with the camera, the heavens opened.
I took this to mean that the cosmos wanted me to stay indoors.
Himself was draped on the sofa like a badly washed stole......in jogging bottoms and a top that he received from daughter as a Christmas present......and in a carmudgeonly tone of voice said 'what have you bought me these for?'(ah, Now I know where I get my carmudgeonly from - I caught it from him!).
He was clutching the remote control like it was a very delicate, but vital part of his anatomy.......and watching....would you believe it ? Basil Rathbone in old black and white films...not just one film, but about three of them one after another.
I felt like slitting my throat with a butter knife...but thought better of it. Blood takes such a lot of cleaning up, and I just knew they would be busy in A&E.
We were having flash fried steak for tea with salad, so even that didn't take up much preparation time.
When I eventually came out of the kitchen, where I had gone to escape Basil and co, he had swapped channels and was watching a colourised version of Charles Dickens 'Christmas Carol'.......another film that puts years on me.
I would have read my Kindle.......except I didn't get a new one for Christmas(despite dropping hints so heavy, it needed a JCB to pick them up)...and my old one wouldn't fire up(that has been remedied - I have just ordered one from E-bay, it might come Saturday...or by Monday at the latest).
And how come that on Boxing day I had a hangover?(Maybe it was a sympathy hangover for Rob)
I didn't have even a sniff of alcohol on Christmas day.
In the end, I took two paracetamol and went for a lie down on the bed.
I was just dozing when Pasha came and sat on my chest and started pawing my face with her claws out...so I got up, went downstairs with a face like a bag of hammers and went to sleep in the chair.
I couldn't do with Christmas any more than once a year..the excitiement would kill me!
I have just 16 more episodes to write and then I'm giving it up.
Yes, I think I did mean Boxing day.
It was really dull and boring.
Every time I thought I would put my coat on and set out for a walk with the camera, the heavens opened.
I took this to mean that the cosmos wanted me to stay indoors.
Himself was draped on the sofa like a badly washed stole......in jogging bottoms and a top that he received from daughter as a Christmas present......and in a carmudgeonly tone of voice said 'what have you bought me these for?'(ah, Now I know where I get my carmudgeonly from - I caught it from him!).
He was clutching the remote control like it was a very delicate, but vital part of his anatomy.......and watching....would you believe it ? Basil Rathbone in old black and white films...not just one film, but about three of them one after another.
I felt like slitting my throat with a butter knife...but thought better of it. Blood takes such a lot of cleaning up, and I just knew they would be busy in A&E.
We were having flash fried steak for tea with salad, so even that didn't take up much preparation time.
When I eventually came out of the kitchen, where I had gone to escape Basil and co, he had swapped channels and was watching a colourised version of Charles Dickens 'Christmas Carol'.......another film that puts years on me.
I would have read my Kindle.......except I didn't get a new one for Christmas(despite dropping hints so heavy, it needed a JCB to pick them up)...and my old one wouldn't fire up(that has been remedied - I have just ordered one from E-bay, it might come Saturday...or by Monday at the latest).
And how come that on Boxing day I had a hangover?(Maybe it was a sympathy hangover for Rob)
I didn't have even a sniff of alcohol on Christmas day.
In the end, I took two paracetamol and went for a lie down on the bed.
I was just dozing when Pasha came and sat on my chest and started pawing my face with her claws out...so I got up, went downstairs with a face like a bag of hammers and went to sleep in the chair.
I couldn't do with Christmas any more than once a year..the excitiement would kill me!
I have just 16 more episodes to write and then I'm giving it up.
