If I hear the word ‘Christmas’ one more time I may have to punch someone. Ho ho effing ho.
Seriously, I’m a big fan of the festive season. Probably the biggest fan of the festive season but puh-lease can we just wait a few more weeks before uttering the ‘C’ word?
Mind you, the feeding frenzy that is Christmas has already started in the shops. Cards have been on display for weeks along with selection boxes and ‘Brut for men’ gift packs. Its hard not to think that you’re on the last minute when you’re being bombarded with: ‘BUY NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!!!’
Jeez………….*lightbulb moment* Actually, now I come to think of it, yes. I almost forgot it was all about him. I bet his Dad didn’t realise how commercialised and distorted the whole story was going to get when he put his masterplan into action.
Anyway, back to the plot…
I haven’t even had my summer holiday yet, I’m not even entertaining the idea of Christmas till I’ve been back at least a day.
The holidays this year will be er…….interesting. We’re going to Spain with some friends to see a friend, one long overdue for a massive cuddle. I’m dying to see her. Who’d have thought when we met at school we’d still be friends
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40 odd years later. There I’ve said it. Bloody hell! Now I feel as old as Methuselah – but how nice it is to still have friends from my childhood.
We get back from that holiday, spend four days washing clothes and deleting millions of emails and then we go away again to Torquay to see Boofuls’ brother. This time we’re going with Lashes, Len, all the grandchildren and both dogs. Dangerous seems to think she’s going to the Caribbean rather than south Devon. Apparently she’s taking her swimming cossie so she can swim in the sea and play on the beach. At the end of October? Bbbbbrrrrrr.
It’s going to be eventful, I think. I’m already hatching plans to keep three lively kids amused in a ‘closed for the winter’ seaside resort.
You’ll never guess what I did today.
What a dope ( me, not you).
As normal I checked my diary. Shoot at 11.00 a.m. Nothing else for the rest of the day. Ooh lovely, I though, I’ll go for a nice long walk with Douggie the Doggie – and so I did, it was lovely.
I landed back at work after our walk to stern faces and “Why don’t you take your phone?” I’d only been and gone and missed an appointment!
Clients turned up to view their photos and I’m halfway up the bloody moors! Much grovelling on my part when I got back.
It’s there very clearly in black and white in my diary and I didn’t even see it. Definitely time for a holiday.