Where is the snow?
Grandad December 24th, 2008
Bother.
I have just realised that it’s Christmas Eve.
I have feck all done, so I suppose I had better make a start.
All I have to do today is put up the tree, have a whiskey, gather holly and ivy, have a whiskey, decorate the gaff, have a whiskey, feed the animals, have a whiskey, and do the shopping.
Maybe then I’ll relax and have a whiskey.
No blogging today – I won’t have the time. And I won’t have time to go around all the other sites that got suckered into got involved in The Blogmas Carol and leave comments. I feel bad about that, though I did read them all. Good craic.
I have just taken a stroll around the estate.
The birds are singing, and there was a bee gathering nectar off a bush. It is calm and mild. It is very pleasant.
Where the fuck is this “ideal Christmas” that those advertising bastards keep ramming down our throats?
Why do they persist on depicting snow? Why is it always night time? Have these fuckers never stuck their heads outside their arses to look at the real world?
Anyway, in case I’m not around for the next day or two….
Have a good one.
Don’t eat too much.
Drink as much as you like [and a bit more].
Try not to kill the In-Laws.
Peace be with you all.
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