So that’s that for another year.
Spent a fortune on presents and food.
Enough left over to feed the 500.
Blessed to have family and young kids around to make it special.
Home made soup and a big dinner, a few bottles of prosecco.
Played charades and watched the new Billy Connolly DVD.
Cosmopolitans with the girls.
Had a nap.
A wee whisky for dad and large port for me.
Cheese board all to myself!
It wasn’t perfect.
But it was perfect enough and some times you just need to count your blessings.
1:45am and time to empty and refill the dishwasher.
Whoever sang “I wish it could be Christmas every day”. Was a complete fucking idiot! 🙂
Chances are that it was a guy with a wife who did all the hard work of planning, organising, preparation, cooking, serving and tidying up afterwards and went largely unappreciated while he sat back, ate like a king. drank wine and beer, fell asleep in front of the tv and enjoyed his day.
Whats the chances? 🙂
Merry Christmas one and all, I hope that you had as good a day I had.
Saturday morning and I’m up before the Monday to Friday 630am alarm.
Love the new painting Another Married Man by Jack Vettriano.
I met him once, he smiled and called me a “dirty bastard!”
Takes one to know one! 🙂
Truth be told, I think we both just appreciate the female form.
Question – What would Donald Trump say about that ladies derrière?
I’d have to agree with him.
Of course I miss you, it would be stupid to think that I didn’t.
A couple of years together thrown away a puff of anger, hurt feelings and faux outrage.
Because we are both proud people and although we were both in the wrong, our pride doesn’t allow us to apologise and climb down from our moral high ground very easily.
I know that I upset you, you know that you upset me, but is worth throwing away a bright future for the sake of some relatively petty issues?
So why are we allowing this to continue to fester and the distance between us to grow?
I’ve already said sorry. I don’t think I can do anything more.
How many apologies does it take? Continue reading “Wolf – Last Christmas?”
Sometimes, as you get to a certain age, you realise that life is moving on.
My world seems pretty static, I’m single, kids now 28, 27 and 20 and only the youngest is still with me.
Most of the time, nothing really changes, I go to work, go home, eat dinner, play piano, watch tv, fall asleep on sofa, repeat.
It’s Friday and I’ve just did my latest invoice for the company who currently employs my service.
That’s a straight 34 weeks I’ve worked without a break, that pretty bad .. huh.
In August, I was hoping for a family holiday, I was picking up the tab, but the kids all have busy life’s and partners/boyfriends/girlfriend ( delete as necessary)
Trying to get them all to agree to a week or two in the sun at the same time just wasn’t happening.
So unfortunately I didn’t get away and I’m missing the sunshine no my bones.
But I digress, life is moving on whether I like it or not.
The kids considering their partners more than their dad was inevitable, it’s part of life but it still hurts when they don’t want a family holiday. Continue reading “Life Moves On, Like it or Not!”