A whole week and nothing down.
Well I'm afraid I have nothing to report, as sluggish and lackadaisical as that may sound.
I had a go at The Hot Gates but I was tired after early shift and fatigue and literal creativity have never been great friends. So after whipping down a quick page of inane tripe I scrubbed it and went for a kip.
Anyway, to anybody who reads this Blog, I would like to wish them a very Merry Christmas. Drink loads, eat loads and spoil yer kids loads, without having a bad conscience about it. It'll be the great Chrimbo's of life that help portray their childhood when they look back; and nobody wants to be accused of being an Ebenezer Scrooge by their offspring's psychiatrist …
Have a good one and I'll see you between the 25th and New Year, with a hangover, two angry kids and a belly that slightly resembles a wrongly placed Quasimodo's hunch.
Unbelievably I have got that dreaded chesty virus back again. The medics in the know tell me this is the trait it follows. I sound like i'm on 40 woodbines a day!! (Now there is a flashback -someone spoke of them yesterday to me).
I intend to eat lots as I'm not cooking this year. The booze may have to keep until the new year though as I can't taste it!AND I talk rubbish when it's combined with the medication.
So have a really merry christmas santa Reg and we'll talk in the new year.