Christmas Eve is traditionally my Christmas Day, as many of you know - the vagaries of divorce and the aftermath mean a Son has to be shared, so long ago I took the decision to take the heat out of the organising and always (very nearly) have had my Christmas Day on Christmas Eve with my son Christy. So this year, its me, the boy and Tazza Bee. Dinner is nearly done, Im listening to Carols from Kings and theres an open tin of Red Stripe in my hand. Let me just say, before I sit down to dinner, that I bloody love each and every one of you. Some more than others, but mostly all of you - even the ones I argue with. Merry Christmas everyone, Merry bloody Christmas.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 13:04:36 +0000
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