The Man and I are home
now, well he went to work and I came home, he’ll be in a bit later.
So where have we been,
well if you read the chrissy blogs you’d know that The Man and I spent it with
my cousin. She’s the daughter of my Dad’s sister. They live about an hour’s
train ride away. And then only a short walk from the local rail station.
Families are great aren’t
they, you don’t see them for such a long time, and when you do it’s like you only
saw them yesterday.
The Man and I had just the
best Christmas. A really truly traditional one. The only thing missing was the
snow.
After everyone had gone home
we sat and talked and talked and talked until well after 2am. How long is it
since I have been up until after midnight? Hmm quite a long time I can tell
you.
Then on Boxing Day, once
we had all gotten out of bed it was a short walk to the local pub. That visit
was marred a bit by a group of yobbos playing pool who got louder and louder.
That was OK, until the winner of the game threw the contents of his glass over
the loser. Not very nice that. Then a short time later the girlfriends of the
group began to arrive, time for us to leave.
We got a tad wet on the
way back, but it didn’t dampen our spirits for the remainder of the day. We
were supposed to play a game, but chatting and exchanging stories was more fun
than any board game.
We did manage to get a reasonably
early night which was good as we did get up early so that we could catch the
train back to London.
The Man and I had planned
to come back on Boxing Day, but our plans went ‘gang aft a gley’ as the poet
wrote. And there were absolutely no trains running on that day at all, so even
had we been able to get back into London we would have had a job and a half
getting back to Crystal Palace.
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