Shopping today in Oban, I came across this totally resistible offer in Lidl:
Mmmmmmmm Fat Balls.
Mmmmmmmm Fat Balls.
Holly is not well. For the second Christmas in a row. She has the current bug that is doing the rounds of all the kids in the area. She's sleepy, tired and achy and has a sore throat, no appetite. Daisy on the other hand is a fully wound-up clockwork dynamo on steroids and keeping her occupied and out of the way while Holly sleeps is fun. With luck Holly will be over the worst of this by Monday but may end up eating her Christmas dinner snuggled up on a beanbag in the living room while the rest of us sit down at the big kitchen table.
A former neighbour died the other day. Tylie and his wife Betty moved to another house in the village a couple of years ago and we saw them less often than we used to but, as is the way of these things, my Mum and Dad had been round to see them the night before and I bumped into Betty on the way back from the Post Office in the morning. She was on her way back from the doctors and told me he was "still in bed" with a hangover, Tylie was 'fond of a drink' as they say around here. He was probably already dead when she was talking to me. Merriol phoned me with the news about lunchtime.
I've had this going around in my head all evening:
This is why I'm never going to Heaven
If I don't get a chance to get back here before Monday a Merry Christmas to one and all, and, if you are one of those people who believes and prays, you might put in word for Tylie; he was all right.
A former neighbour died the other day. Tylie and his wife Betty moved to another house in the village a couple of years ago and we saw them less often than we used to but, as is the way of these things, my Mum and Dad had been round to see them the night before and I bumped into Betty on the way back from the Post Office in the morning. She was on her way back from the doctors and told me he was "still in bed" with a hangover, Tylie was 'fond of a drink' as they say around here. He was probably already dead when she was talking to me. Merriol phoned me with the news about lunchtime.
I've had this going around in my head all evening:
Away in manger,
No crib for a bed,
the little Lord Jesus,
Gold plate on his head,
And Joseph has got one,
And Mary has too,
Don't know if they grew there,
Or were stuck on with glue
This is why I'm never going to Heaven
If I don't get a chance to get back here before Monday a Merry Christmas to one and all, and, if you are one of those people who believes and prays, you might put in word for Tylie; he was all right.
1 comment:
Hope Holly is feeling better...sorry to hear about Tylie. Hope his last night tying one on was a good one.
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