Secret Santa

I’m sorry folks but the situation seems to be getting worse not better. Yes we all now know that Glenn is very enthusiastic about Bunnings gift vouchers even if he’s still a little uncertain about his name and Dot’s Secret Santa has a comprehensive and helpful list. These are positive and helpful items of information for which we must be thankful to the world wide and sticky web. However this web or net whatever, seems to have a big hole in it when it comes to my Secret Santa presentee and now, if I am correctly interpreting Kellys recent somewhat confusing comments, according to Catt it appears that I am also the receptacle of her (Kell’s) presentee.

Now its sometime since I’ve read any John Le Carre type spy thrillers but I suppose it is possible that some subconscious memory surfaced briefly that afternoon at The Warren View and caused an electron in my left brain to link to the spy like subterfuge of the Secret Santa concept causing me to swallow the chits and purge from memory any vestige of this information that might be tortured out of me by Asio or some family member. What’s that Gab, just drunk and stupid, that maybe so but it’s not very imaginative do you think?

Anyway what’s past is past and unless someone comes up with a solution it appears that we now have two holes in poor old Secret Santa and he is sinking fast. I propose that at Alice’s wedding where, very soon most of us shall once more gather we have a replay at which we undertake to have Roberts draw tattooed onto some private part of his body and refrain from entrusting him with any additional responsibilities. Wadd’ya think? I apologize in advance to those efficient folk who have already undertaken the procurement of their presentees presents and have, owing to sex, age or other variant, to return them. I shall forever be in your debt.
Robert