Oh, the youth of today. And probably the same can be said of the youth of yesterday.
No call from Rico despite my sending a message saying it was fine if he didn’t want to “play” today, I would go on my own for my Christmas dinner. After all, his Mum lives miles away near east campus so I don’t blame him but an answer would have been nice. Having said that, for all I know his other party went on until dawn and he could well still be asleep!
I then watched Len Goodman’s farewell programme on iPlayer whilst mulling over where to actually eat today. Buddy’s? Pizza Hut? I still don’t know.
But then I had a text from Dean, the IT teacher who begged off coming last night because his kid had a cold. It is obvious English innuendo was lost on him last night because what I sent him, had I received it, would have earnt me at the very least ostracisation, possibly a sore nose. Nope, apparently I was “so understanding”!
Not only that, my dinner has now been delayed until 1800, somewhat later than I had hoped (mainly because of the 0500 reveille in the morning), because he wishes to join me so we are friends again. Interestingly, he is bringing a young lady along too. I say “interestingly” because he is married, however by young he may mean YOUNG. I shall see later. With both eateries 100 feet apart, we can decide which to patronise when we get there. I am leaning towards Buddy’s - more expensive but at least their steaks appear to be real instead of the perfectly formed reconstituted ones at Pizza Hut. We shall see.
I awoke this morning to the aftermath of the party. Not a scrap of food left of course but bucket loads of dirty crockery and cutlery plus pots and pans. I ignored the lot until half an hour ago when I decided to wash half of it and tackle the rest tomorrow!
I also looked at Rico’s gift of wine to me. I refused it last night in preference to my cheapo stuff which I know I can drink. Nothing worse than someone giving you wine and it being awful, especially as I would tell them what I thought of it. But no, this cost a pretty penny - it’s in a box, is merlot (I’ve never had a bad merlot) and my guess is it was upwards of 150y. It will indeed be consumed, on new year’s eve to see in 2017. Can’t think of anywhere here where I can go and party until after midnight that day!
Good job it’s Monday tomorrow which means the weekly shop, after last night there is hardly any food left here - still plenty of sausages in the freezer though!
Do you know what I would really like for my Christmas dinner? Goose with roast potatoes done in the fat. Not a sprout in sight but lashings of stuffing and chipolatas, fresh garden peas and baked parsnips. Christmas pud to follow with brandy butter (made with more brandy than butter!) and then a comprehensive cheeseboard and a bottle of Dows to wash it down. No problem sleeping after that!
I daydream. The reality will probably be a steak and a couple of beers, although if they have wine I think today I should splash out and spend some of my Christmas money from my sister and Mum. If only I could get at it! The debit card’s in the post!
Enjoy stuffing yourselves later, at least I don’t have to behave myself or bear the indignity of falling asleep in a chair and having kids jumping all over me wanting to play charades!
Ahhhh! Christmas!! Don’t you just love it!!!!
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