It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve made my soup for tomorrow, having a wee drink to Celebrate. I remember when I was a kid I’d look at all the windows lit up bright, a Christmas Tree at most of them, Changed Days, not that many now. Oh well. A couple of days ago our cooker blew, oh dear, what about Christmas Dinner? I wasn’t that bothered, a couple of pints at the local with a sandwich and I’m happy. Had to go out and find somewhere that would deliver the next day, not easy, but job done. There’s always a good and a bad to everything, the good here was I was thinking I didn’t need to bother with the soup this year, the bad was my partner not being too happy, and she’s not a good deal when she’s not happy! A Merry Christmas to You All.x
Christmas Eve
