We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

If music be the food of love then here comes the syrup of figs

Well, we've negotiated a few turkey lunches in the nursery slopes but now we're looking at the big stuff. I ducked out of last night's piss-up in Helminthdale: it looked like the whole of the Town Hall was intent on drowning its sorrows and I didn't want to know. Tonight is the Dutch Bend Christmas Party, which invariably involves a good deal of drink and a karaoke. Which, if you haven't had a good deal of drink, is pretty close to Hell.

Once that's done there's only the Helminthdale pot-luck lunch and we're home and dry and A over T into the bosom of our families for the seasonal hostilities.

3 comments:

emu said...

You old curmudgeon!

The Topiary Cow said...

"Seasonal Hostilities"

Hee!

Kevin Musgrove said...

I know, I know.

I like the re-connecting with people, making sure they're OK and catching up with the gossip. It's the socialising I struggle with.