Piles of woe

I did a poo this morning that was like someone pulling barbed wire out of my arse. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that haemorrhoids are a minor condition.
In more pleasant news - we had a nice afternoon with Ted and Beryl today. Beryl was doing one of her pre-Christmas new-food-project try-outs. She did some grilled mushrooms with a port and stilton sauce and I swear to God it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever tasted…
Things will be a bit different this year as they’re not holding their usual big family party on Christmas Day. They’re away visiting relatives ‘while we can still get about alright’ so Philippa and I have decided to have the big day at home alone. I know it goes against the traditional concept of what Xmas should be - (surrounding yourselves with family and pissing each other off, as far as I can see) - but we’re looking forward to it. We did invite Nathan and Hannah over for the evening but they’re doing religious things, so stuff ‘em. Tom is planning to have a massive do at his on New Year’s Day so we’ll be there for that, and apart from that I’m mostly working.  Bastards. Our supermarkets slogan should be “We’re killing Christmas for our over-worked staff…“ 
Festive cheer is not snowing deep in Roryland this year, as you may have noticed…..

RC 16-12-12