Wednesday - so that'll be Christmas Eve

Oh what a bad nights kip - difficulty getting off meets early morning wakening, not big and not clever. Got up at 6 and messed about. Common decency prevents me using the most precise word which describes my actual activities, suffice to say aimless shuffling on the bum figures heavily in there. The all efficient garbos from Onyx turn up on cue. More efficient and no tipping allowed (officially) time was the binmen would torch ya house if ya didnt give em a tip. I did plan to expound a treatise on tipping poicies both in general and in the festive season but apathy won the day. No shopping today but mother rings to commission a case of lager for Nannie banks, somewhat underpriced swap if you ask me. Given mothers Malapropisms (more of which anon) a case of Harlekin (quin) is ordered. After much thought as to whether to brave the Somerfield or some other chain I elect to trot to the shops at the top. Jean has made her annual pilgrimage to her aunties (who died last year I think) and Ally has made her annual trip to the Albert Dock for Hannahs birthday lunch. We have purchased the best of REM for Hannah, a strange but requested gift for a 13 yr old I felt. She is unimpressed with my offer of a loan of my collection of Yes CD's though. Meanwhile meat is roasting and boiling. i trot to the shops and see Neil the singing chropodist. Nice geezer whoalways shares a chuckle and will be glad to get a mention here during Chanukah. He is off to get some candles which after reading this link, running out of them sounds a serious occurrence. Did I mention where we live is a big Jewish community?
Any way bargainbooze lager bought. Nanny or her guests wont be happy, they never are. It will be weak, strong, cheap dear, foreign, english or worse Australian, c'mon cobber its 4x its sterilised in an industrial estate in Scunthorpe or such.
Then its veggy prep, a visit from Phil - much respect. Pick mother up, swap her for lager Nanny not happy. Curry for tea more gravy making and present wrapping. A drink. And bed. Its Christmas.