there's good and bad everywhere..

Hannah and I are foregoing presents for each other in favour of a Nintendo Wii for the living room… Honest Gerald from the Butchers Arms can get us one on Boxing Day for a round hundred. I guess the beaming smile on a child’s face this Christmas will be disappearing pretty sharpish. My horrors at the dishonesty of a man who would break into houses on Christmas night to steal presents is off-set by my delight at a brand-new, dirt-cheap games console. He say he’ll throw in the Wii Fit programme for a tenner..
Next we’d better buy shock absorbers for the carpet.

We’ve decided to spend Christmas Day hungover. It’s a bit of a family tradition, but this year it’ll be on our terms, and without the heaving hulk of our mother on the kitchen floor. Some of Hannah’s workmates have hired a mini-bus for Christmas Eve and have invited us both along. It’s the Midnight Melee at Garfields in the City, so we’re gonna get champagned up and party like its 1999 (as the song says). Then Beryl and Ted – the people opposite who have about seven grown-up children – have asked us over Xmas evening for drinks and games and nibbles. “We couldn’t bear to see you two alone with your mum gone and all,” said a tearful Beryl yesterday, “It may be a houseful, but I’m sure we’ll squeeze you in somewhere.”
As another song once said somewhere - “Christmas will be magic again”

Have a great one

RC