Last night was like any other night
Last night, we had everything arranged. The Ovaltine was set out. The slippers were warmed. The books were at the ready for an early night.
As usual, things didn’t go to plan.
The neighbours came a calling, and we were dragged kicking and screaming over to their place.
They filled us full of drink and a wild night was had by all.
At one stage, Herself and I found some white powder nicely laid out in the kitchen for the guests, so we had a good snort of that and it was great. [It turned out it was some flour left over from a cake baking session, but what the hell…]
I have vague memories of a sheep and a goat being involved somewhere, and I notice this morning that one of the houses in the neighbourhood has been burned down.
I just don’t understand all this fuss about New Year’s Eve.
Last night was just like any other night in this area.
Now, if only I could remember where I left my trousers……….
Did you have them on when you went out?
Goats? Trousers?
Grandad, you didn’t join the Freemasons by mistake, did you?
Grannymar – As far as I remember, I did.
Ian – I do remember being blindfolded at one stage, so you could be right. But there again, that just might have been a kinky game..?
Kinky games!!! No wonder the trousers are missing.
Grannymar – There were loads of kinky games lying around. Scrabble, Monopoly and charades came into it somewhere.
Triple score trousers…. The mind boggles!
And not a blank in sight…
One of your sheep was in my backyard this morning knee deep in snow….
Robert – How the f*ck did it get there?????
Hmmmm….I shall keep an eye out for your Wandering Trousers…
Thanks, Olga. You must be feeling the cold, surely?
It’s downright nippy! I could sure go for some nice warm fur-cups liners!
You have my sympathies. It’s not exactly underwear weather, as I can testify.