And I’m asleep on the new fleece She bought the boys for watching Christmas films. There are four people, me and Gingercat on the sofa, and I’ve got most of the fleece. It’s nice.
Well, Christmas Eve is here. There have been tears and despair (a French stick escaped from its packaging in Sainsburys and rolled across the floor in aisle 12), the queues were awful, and the blender broke just as She was making bread sauce for Christmas lunch tomorrow. It is extremely lumpy bread sauce, and no way can She turn up at someone’s house with something so abominable. So lovelyneighbourontheright has to lend her a blender tomorrow morning, as if there isn’t enough to think about on Christmas morning. Selfish.
She and Young Lad drove around this afternoon delivering presents, and popped into LovelyDor’s for a cuppa. LovelyDor has lent them some tree lights to replace the ones I chewed through yesterday. They also went to PetsRVetsRToysRus or whatever it’s called, but I’m not allowed to know what for . There has been some frantic present wrapping this afternoon, with Christmas songs blaring out to try to create “the mood.” It hasn’t. And there are still some presents to wrap, jobs are always half done in this house.
Anyway, I had a nice walk with He and Young Lad this morning and saw nicedogwalkerlady and the Chocolate labs. I rolled in some more fox poo as it’s Christmas Eve and they haven’t got much to do except bath me. Lad bathed me this afternoon and now I smell lovely for my day with Ebony tomorrow.
Readers, this was funny. They all went next door at teatime to lovelyneighbourontheright for Drinks and Nibbles. They shut ALL the doors in the house, thinking there was no damage I could do. They were wrong. I chewed through the pockets of her coat, just in case there was a snack in there. I spat the white fluffy lining from the coat all over the stairs. Wicked.
As well as the bread sauce, there has been brandy butter making this afternoon. After She found her ripped coat pockets, She was comfort eating the brandy butter from the fridge (the smoked salmon has gone, the next lot is still in the freezer. ) There now isn’t enough brandy butter for 10 people tomorrow, and She will have to make more in the morning. There has been some suggestion of going to Midnight Mass tonight; I didn’t see anyone jumping up and down with excitement. She may well be going on her own, as I imagine they’ll still be comfy under my new fleece. Sorry, THEIR new fleece. Lad and Young Lad are sharing a bedroom tonight, which is traditional on Christmas Eve, so I may join them. 2 boys and me; that will smell lovely in the morning.
The penny has dropped that there are still Jobs to do. I knew that Gordon on ice whilst watching Home Alone was a mistake. Nuts and nibbles need to be dispensed into bowls and placed at (hopefully) low level areas. And there is still wrapping to do. Talking of which, I had a secret present left outside my front door! Turkey twizzlers! So exciting, thank you.
Well, friends, there will be no blog tomorrow as it’s Christmas Day. I’m going to Ebony’s house at lunchtime, which I’m very excited about as they are nice people and care about me. Doubtless my family will deign to come home at some point in the evening, over fed and over watered. I will have to catch up with you all on Boxing Day.
Readers; thank you so much for reading my blog. I can’t work out why you bother, but I’m so pleased you do. It’s fun telling you all about my dreary life and the things I have to put up with.
A very happy Christmas to you all. Lots of love.