December 2025. Cambridge. I may have been happy to spend 25th December back in Sheffield reheating Chinese takeaways and eating crisps in the Blake with Will, but “society” insists I follow certain protocols. More to the point, our two lads wanted to see their grandparents at Christmas. Someone brought them up OK. James drove Matt… Continue reading MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION. CHRISTMAS EVE, 2025.
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It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. Our days of being abroad at Christmas are probably on the back burner for now, and it seemed more important than ever to be with both sets of parents this year after extended hospitalisations. The 24th in Waterbeach and Tonbridge, the 25th in Tonbridge and Waterbeach. At least the A1 was… Continue reading It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
CONNED INTO GOING OUT ON CHRISTMAS EVE
24th December 2022. Got a bit worried just now I’d forgot to write up my birthday, but I did that on the day to confuse myself. The George put on the Bass as soon as I’d left. I also mentioned I’d been conned into joining our two lads on their Christmas Eve crawl of Kelham… Continue reading CONNED INTO GOING OUT ON CHRISTMAS EVE
HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!!
Happy Christmas ? Retired Martin been visited by the three (3) ghosts of Christmas overnight ? No, but it’s in my contract that unless I comply with social convention at least three times a year my blog gets blacklisted. Expect a post celebrating BRAPA’s birthday, whenever that is. We have our boys over on Christmas… Continue reading HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!!
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