Going Gently

Hey ho...ho ho ho

I'll be asleep in five minutes time, I know it, I'm cuddled up on the couch with George

The Prof is snoring very quietly in his arm chair.

We have just gotten our Christmas Row out of the way.

I'm glad it's done and dusted...

Christmas Rows

Another unsung tradition of late December Hey ho

Ho ho ho

Strictly News

One moment you are appearing in one of the top class shows on British tv and the next you are bouncing around in a silver leotard in a parochial Welsh Theatre Winter Panto......
Go figure...

Strictly's Robin Winsor turned up as the gay mirror in our local Production of " Snow White" and although he was pretty dire the production itself was fun enough to make us all ( The Prof and my sisters et al) feel just that little bit Christmasy .
Ironically Strictly finished this evening with the cute and diffident " The Wanted" band member Jay McGuiness crowned a worthy winner........

Mind you I think this year's series will be known for the arrival of the Russian dancer Gleb Savchenko.....who is so much more tasty that poor old Robin..........
Mind you Gleb......things havea tendency to change and so do tastes....given a few dozen months......and I am wondering is they have Panto in Moscow

Woof

Btw does anyone know why my followers numbers are up and down like a whores' knickers?

Virtual Card

Tom Stephenson's virtual Card is a little more " salty" than mine

But we both feel the same about our followers

So to you all out there is the blogosphere

Happy Christmas from me, The Prof

Winnie, George, William and Mary

And not forgetting Albert

Xxxxxx

Cards

Our postman gave me a cheery wave yesterday and waved this Christmas card through the window.
" kids!" He chuckled.
Thank you to all of the bloggers that that taken the time and effort in sending me a card......
This one by Rachel.......made my day.
It gave the post office a chuckle too

Sad

Tonight I asked someone I know vaguely what they are doing for Christmas.
She told me that she usually goes to a cousin for the day but this year she said without an edge that for the first time , for the Christmas holiday,she had booked herself into a budget hotel 25 miles away.
It's a faceless, budget hotel the sort rife with stag nights and poor businessmen.
I wasn't sure, just what else to say except a light " what have you planned for Christmas Day?" and
She said " Nothing" without any hint of self pity .

I feel incredibly sad

"You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent!"

Yesterday, I was sipping a cocktail looking across the London skyline at the Glowing Shard. Today I'm dragging Albert's face out of a half constructed cottage pie in my pyjamas

Winnie is unconcious in bed, William is hiding somewhere dark Mary and George are asleep in the kitchen and its raining again.

There is a massive brown patchwork of muddy paw prints to scrub from the kitchen floor.

And sometime in the night William backed into the folded ironing board lying against the wall by the door and has shat all over it.

Welcome back to Trelawnyd

Sky Garden

Well , I am on the way home again.
It's been a fantastic 24 hours.
Nuala ( Nu) as usual made my visit special....even down to bagging the best table at the Sky Garden's restaurant by stating that it was my 40 th birthday. The hostess , polite as she was didn't batter an eyelid ( as when have I ever looked 40? Even when I was 30 I didnt look 40) and the cute as a button waiter brought us two tiny chocolate cakes and a candle which we laughed over until we wept.