Boxin' Day Early Morn

WE HAD GORGEOUS ROAST LAMB with perfect potato mash, perfect industrial roast potatoes, cauliflour cheese and some seasonable vegetables and it was probably the best Xmas dinner I ever had. Two Two Ronnies were on literally all day 24-7 on the ITV3 digital channel which made me feel far more "festive" than all the tinesl and fairylights in the world could do! Ronnie Barker is my alltime favourite comedian - and not lauded enough in my opinion, considering how the BBC will go for almost any chance to dredge their archives and fill yet more time with repeats.

Mother Hubbs and her partner Dodger have been charming. You couldn't ask for better friends. I've basically been staying in their house since showing up bedraggled at the door c 5pm Xmas eve till now, which is about 8am Boxing Day morning!

Now I had better go as I was very kindly allowed on their housemate's computer but I'm kind of on semi-illicitly at the present instant...

I hope everyone else has had a fantastic time!

Peace and love to all
G

xx

PS I watched the end of Finding Nemo yesterday and Nemo's like a fish version of my tiny tubby robbie Baby Itchy he really is haha!!

I shall endeavour to recite back The Mystery of the Baying Porkshire Terrier next time I am on. Baying because I yes ME! I was the accused thief!!


I'm going to endeavour to paste up Her Majesty the Queen's Xmas Message to the Common "Wealth" if I can dredge that one up too...

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PS THEY'RE ALL AT THE PUB AGAIN it's about 3pm Boxing Day
I was at the shops on Christmas Eve. The world was going mad. Herds of tinselled people clutching tinselly bags full of goodies from the glowing shops. And outside the busiest of these - which was full of folks piling in to get last minute Cards and gifts - was a poor old doggie, a Yorkshire terrier. What first attracted me was that he reminded me of Itchy. Being tiny and gingery in colour. What was NOT like Itchy was that the poor thing was tied to railings, jumping this way and that barking and yapping and wagging his tail and causing all manner of fuss and now and then tipping his head and baying soulfully at the Christmas lights (OK, slight exaggeration. No "baying" but the dog was going nuts.) At one point a man asked me whether the dog was mine which made me worried it had been there for ages or been abandoned even. I checked the tag on his collar and he didn't live too far off ... Anyway five minutes later this same man, a huge black man comes back and starts haranguing me that I'm "going to steal the dog". Whether he was drunk or high I don't know but I was so offended and nothing I could do, e.g. pointing out that this dog was so old his eyes were fogged and almost white and also surely dog thieves just take dogs and don't stand about talking to them for ten minutes first! I was so offended! Anyway thankfully the owner came back and the black man said to me "you missed your chance" "no," I said; "you've missed YOURS" and his composure flickered but he tried to keep up the self-righteous act (maybe he wanted to nick the dog for himself?) and meandered off. So much for Christmas "spirit"~!!

I've had a wonderful time here. It feels really civilized and not like living on Orwell's Animal Farm. I will get in touch again later from the cybercaff.

Have a good one everybody!!