26th December 2009 late - that's the time, not me. I'm still here.
A great Christmas Eve. Manevolent lumps and bumps of snowy ice still abound in the roads around our high hill abode but they gradually petered out as we approached the Fairlight home of our nephew where he and his wife and sons' welcome was warm enough to melt a large snowman.
Great Christmas Day too. All the family bar one who isn't well. Mounds of presents and people filled every square inch of our space. Like Janice's chickens that turned into meercats when they encountered snow, we have all grown taller with longer necks to fit in. Some of us got down to a game of poker, the others watched Matilda on a DVD. Roald Dahl has a lot to answer for if the violence that was bombarding our ears was anything to go by.
About Me
- Artistricky
- I have been in two very loud explosions during my life. One was a Nazi bomb and the other my science teacher. The science teacher did more damage to my person. The Nazi did more damage to my house. In fact, obliterated it!!