The only disappointment so far this christmas is that I didn’t get any new socks.
Albums by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (yes, THAT album from 1974), Midlake, Abba, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and Fonseca, some great books including Roy Race’s autobiography (what a story that will be) and more booze, as if I needed it.
The Brucie bonus was that our boys didn’t come in at 5.30 am to open their stockings. By the time they did come in, some hours later, I was still dealing with the after effects of too much bubbly, Staropramen and of course red wine. What a night that must have been.
A late morning walk round our village cleared my head a little more but I have to say Christmas dinner is not quite on my radar just yet. Our local was open as we went by shortly after 11.00 am and I can reveal people were drinking alcohol. And some were sitting outside in the balmy 5c temperature. A few years ago, I might have been tempted to call in and sink a foaming pint of strong ale but no more. It is entirely possible that the first pint would have shaken off the cobwebs and I would have plunged into an uncontrollable pre lunch session, guaranteeing deep sleep throughout the afternoon and constant nodding off during the evening. But I resisted and it wasn’t difficult.
There were a good few people out walking too and most of them wished us a happy christmas which was nice since we didn’t know who any of them were. And there was the age old christmas tradition of people walking round carrying little bags of shit as their dogs tore round the local park with more energy than I can muster in a year. Merry Christmas, bag of shite!
Speaking of shit, I just checked the TV schedules for tonight. Dear oh dear. It goes without saying that ITV will be rubbish but with the exception of Doctor Who, the story lines for which these days I never understand anyway, there is nothing of interest. Miranda? East Bleeding Enders? Puh-lease! Instead, we will need to choose a mutually acceptable movie to watch, which in my case must be a comedy in order to reduce the chances of my snoring spoiling the fun for everyone else.
Still, it’s Christmas and I am very pleased about that. My family are here with me, even if two of them are playing a new WWE game on the telly, and I am sure I will soon feel well enough to start the process of making myself feel like this again tomorrow morning!
