GAWD I'm glad that's over! Done and dusted for another year. The old man's sleeping it off, snored all the way back. Be all that brandy, bit less than last year, must be the credit crunch. Still, he made the most of it. That Donna's got a mouth on her, not one crumb for yours truly! Old Vixen on form, cussing at the back. She never puts the time in, so what can she expect? Had to hit the hay the minute we got back. Prancer a bit skittish, but he soon settled down.
The old man's a sight to see, says he's taken up parkour. Time was when we called it slippin' n sliding' over the rooftops, but he likes to stay on trend. Launching about like a spring lamb! Had to keep the sleigh handy, just in case, but he's pretty nippy for an old fella. Singing his heart out he was, while the booze kicked in. All very Christmassy, 'specially with my red nose, right out in front. Says he's going to try the new satnav next year but it's just idle jest, he couldn't do it without me. Glad tidings all, Rudolf.
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