So the Big Day has nearly arrived.

This is the day that has been pumped up for the last few months on radio and television into a feast of frenzy. This is the day that has worried the Virus “experts” for so long with their threats of lockdowns if we don’t behave ourselves, and their pleas to us not to meet anyone we don’t intend to mix with on The Big Day. Going on the latter, I’d have to invite the entire village up, They’re more than welcome.

As for me?

Tomorrow will be much the same as any other day, in that I’ll still have to do things that I do every day. I might slip in a few extra pills for Herself [and myself] to make the day more memorable? Apart from that, there is still food to be cooked, a dog to be fed and whiskey to be drunk.

Today I am making my concession to the occasion – I’m decorating the Christmas Tree. This is not as simple as it sounds as I had to lug the thing in first. Have you evert tried lifting a tree? I’m not talking about those cut trees that everyone is selling; I’m talking about a living tree with roots and all. Really fucking heavy. I think I put my back out again.

Anyway, it’s time for a [purely medicinal] whiskey or three to ease the pain before chucking tinsel and baubles around. Or maybe the tree looks well in it’s natural state? I’ll let the whiskey decide.

I had to switch off the central heating today. It’s too hot. I sat here last night with the garden doors open just so I could cool off before going to bed. At Christmas Eve? This global warming is really great. I don’t know what they’re worried about. Bring it on.

I won’t bother with my traditional politically correct, religiously neutral, gender neutral inoffensive greeting. Fuckit .

Merry Christmas everyone.

May you all have the day you deserve.