Herself gets annoyed if I use the computer.
She says I should be taking things easy at my age.
But she gets really annoyed if I use the computer at times like Christmas Eve, or Christmas Day. I can’t think why. It’s more fun than watching television. Mind you, these days anything is more fun than television, with the cr*p they have on.
Anyway, I may not get away with blogging today or tomorrow. It all depends on how much gin I can feed her. Usually a bottle is enough. I’ll start of by putting it her cornflakes. After that she usually gets a “sudden urge for a wee drop”, so she’ll do the rest for herself.
Maybe I’ll break with tradition and have a bottle or two of whiskey myself. The entire family is staying the day, so I’ll probably need a bit of anaesthetic. So maybe I won’t be able to write.
In case I don’t make it….
I’ll wish you all [both of you] a Peaceful Christmas, and thanks for dropping by.
I’ll leave you with a real Saint Nicholas. The way he should be. The way he was before those mercenary corporate b*st*rds in Coca Cola got their sugar filled hands on him and turned him into a commercial symbol.