Merry Chrismas Eve

From

Simon & Richard

Outwardly, it seems an ordinary Sunday, yet it isn't. It's Christmas Eve.

I slept all morning, but I didn't wake up until 13:30 with Simon waking me up with a cup of coffee. I must have slept with my arm beneath me and I'm now suffering with a 'dead' arm!

I had planned to do some writing 'work' today, but that's flown out of the window. The first thing that I had to do was to take Lottie out into the garden. I then went to the shop and got him some cigarettes and me some 'Vuse' vapes. I've since had my lunch of ham, carrots, Yorkshire puddings, mash, and apple sauce (I know that what I had for lunch is of the most interest to readers!)

It's 15:28 and I don't plan to do any writing or studying this afternoon. Simon's in the lounge watching something about ancient civilizations and I'm in the bedroom doing this!

A few days ago, I bought a camera from Amazon, but the card wasn't fitted and I broke the card trying to fit it into the slot.

I had to buy a new one, and this wouldn't fit either, so I read the instruction manual, and it turns out that I had been trying to fit (and the previous one) in the wrong 'slot', the 'slot' meant for the HDMI cable connector. Once I'd found the correct 'slot', it fitted and worked! As Simon's mum said: "That's typical of a man!"

I think that I'm getting clothes for Christmas, so no need for 'instructions' apart from washing instructions/directions!

The last of all to choose to buy Christmas pressies for is Lottie. Unlike some of the previous dogs we've owned, Lottie doesn't see much in Christmas as long as she gets fed, so she'll probably get cooked liver (her favourite), but it won't get wrapped up. Unlike Danny, who used to like and rip his presents apart, Lottie will just stand there sniffing the parcel.

I'm a little concerned for myself. A few years ago, the landlord, Slough Borough Council, removed the gas fire and fitted a 'flue' to draw out the household fumes. The fireplace was bricked up and we fitted an electric flame-effect 'stove'. So how will Santa get in to deliver our presents?

I'll try a little ingenuity!