Today, Boxing Day
– or more importantly my Saint’s Day – was notable for lots of things, but, to
my mind the most engaging thing was when I looked into the heavens just before
I got to Toni’s sister’s flat and only saw the suggestion of clouds out of the
corner of my eye. A sky that flawless
this late in December deserves some respect!
Christmas Eve had
its own special flavour with the hitting of the log to shit presents with my
own excreted gifts including a USB heated drink coaster; a X frame for tablet computers
and a very large bottle of aftershave.
My name day saw
our having a meal of fideua followed by an experimental chocolate fountain. My Saint’s Day’s gifts included a book of
world architecture; a couple of bottles of Cava and some spa body wash. All in all a good haul.
What hasn’t been
good has been my total inability to get an email plus specially taken
photograph to act as a Christmas message to those I should be in contact
with. Each one of the select number of
Christmas cards that I have received has been a vicious prod in the area where
my guilt complex should reside. To those
who did send a card, I should inform then that they form a neat row under the
television and on the printer – and very nice they look too.
Next year. Without fail.
Cards of some sort will be sent.
Honestly.
Or not, of course.
Now back in
Castelldefels, tomorrow the car has to be taken to the garage, as acceleration
seems to be a thing of the past. My
teeth need attention and my cough is still with me.
Roll on the rest
of the holiday!
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