The festive season

I feel better now. Stayed at home today comforted by Dr. Ann’s note which I had earlier hand delivered to the boss, giving him a demonstration of my croak and cough. I know that sounds over the top to most of you but to one who has not had a paid unplanned sick day for thirty nine years it seemrd like a good precaution, especially in regard to the potential to receive some “in lieu of holiday” benefit I’d heard of. I found dosing in front of couch cricket to be an excellent therapy but later had to resort to a cardboard red for medicinal purposes only.
I found the Christmas celebrations yesterday delightful as usual, congratulations Ross and Ann, oh yes and congratulations Cathrine too, really, next you’ll want me to congratulate Mathew and Christopher. Hope no one else had to be hospitalized for depression today as Mum did, of course it’s well known that this is the Christmas Syndrome and I suppose we should count our lucky stars, though I’ve never been good at counting stars, that no one has ever come to a family day packing weapons or tried to home suicide. To be frank here I did once try to overdose on cake and pudding but fell short of requiring hospitalization or the dred stomach pump. Mum will enjoy hospitalation, surrounded by technology, lots of attention from doctors, nurses, sisters etc, maybe some psychotropic drugs, “want some pot mum, try some LSD”, Mmmm. Let’s put you all on notice now, I’m not going there - no not The Prince of Wales - where mum is, you know so old and reduced that your own volition no longer has any bearing on your circumstances, no way.
Now how did I get here? I just wanted to say what a great day it was, how the weather smiled on us - positively grinned a lot of the time - how good was the company, the food, the bubbly. The new “call those abroad” plan should become as institutionalized as the Boxing Day Test Match. Air gutar and flying saucers were almost entertaining. Really the only thing missing was Fiance’s. That’s a fun word isn’t it though I’ve always preferred betrothed or better still “paramour” mmm that rolls. What do you think Gabb? I think paramour suits Adrian, don’t you?
So anyhow thanks all of yuse for a luvlly day an see yus all agin soon
Robert XOP