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178. The Spirit of Christmas Present..

The Secret Santa present for work needs to be handed in tomorrow, so, as soon as I’ve finished this blogette, I’m going to tackle the first wrapping of the season. I’m wondering, did you happen to catch the brilliant Secret Santa story covered in Friday afternoon’s ‘You and Yours’? If not, let me share.

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177. He’s making a list and checking it twice…

“Good evening,” says Hazza. “We’re collecting for the local Rotary Group. This year’s charities are the Nightingale Children’s Hospice, Noah’s Ark Hospice and Parkinson’s UK.” Hazza smiles winningly and holds out her tin.

As befits a groovy media student in Swinging London, my niece Hazza chooses her outfits with care. Tonight she is bedecked in a red and green elf dress layered with a fetching hi-vis tabard which has been printed boldly with the details of said Rotary Club. The look is topped off with a cheeky little elf hat. Take note, fashionistas – next year, we’ll all be wearing this.

The Householder peers at her suspiciously. “Do you have an identity card?”

“Well, not actually a card,” says Hazza, “ but our details are here.” And she points to her tabard.   Householder still looks suspicious and seems about to close the door. “And,” adds Hazza quickly,” I do have Santa with me.”

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138. And on the pink cards: Downing Street, number ten…

I’ve been invited to take part in other research study.

Long-term readers – those who haven’t left me in a huff because I missed last weekend’s blog – what can I say? – I was in bed a-coughing and a-sneezing and a-feeling vastly sorry for myself – you wouldn’t have wanted to read it, anyway; it was probably infectious – tell you what, I’ll get a note from my Ma who kept sending around lemons – anyway, those readers who are still with me, despite my punctuation and tendency to digress  – those readers might remember that last year, I had a very expensive brain scan.

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137. Another chance to read…

It’s a fair cop, guv.  It’s been a manic weekend trying to get Volume Two of the Jelly Chronicles edited before publication and I missed doing this week’s blog.

So, for your delectation and delight, below is another chance to read my favourite Christmas Blog in honour of this week’s Nativities.

More bloomin’ repeats…

The Stars in the Bright Sky

By the way, a Big Thank You for remembering to turn on the GiveAsYouLive when buying on-line this week.

79. More Reasons to be Cheerful…

– I woke up to find that InfantPhenomenon had not after all thrown over BikingLad in order to marry Gordon Brown and

– I spent a couplIMAG0523-1e of hours in the sunshine playing with my garden whilst listening to podcasts of In Our Time – (I’m partial to a bit of Melvyn) and

– I now know very slightly more than nothing about Classical Humanism (it was Roman) and the Medici family (they were Italian) and

 

– I’ve made a small impact on the jungle we inherited but still lots to get my teeth into and

– I wore my new fingerless gloves what Ma made me for Christmas and

– drank coffee from my new thermal mug what Secret Santa gave me and

– ate a toastie from the toastie-maker what Mrs Castle gave me and

– I’ve got a rather good detective novel on theDSC01355 (640x480) go and

– Ma wasn’t too traumatised by receiving fourteen garden gnomes for her birthday and

– Pa said at least it would be someone to talk to and

– we’ve managed to rearrange the bungalow to  squeeze in Young Lochinvar and Ms Tintin while they look for alternative digs – preferably somewhere that doesn’t give you an electric shock when you turn on the light and

– there’s still a week of the Christmas holiday left and – Oh joy unconfined!  Verily rejoice! –

– there’s a whole year before we have to do any more Christmas shopping.

Mind you, the 99p shop is already selling Creme Eggs.

78. Tales of the Riverbank

“We don’t want the Reception children to think that we are saying the F-Word,” Oliver tells me earnestly.  “So when we get to the word ‘fox’,  we’re going to say it like this…FOOOX.  Very clearly.”

“Good thinking, Oliver.  I’m quite sure that, um – Ylvis – would be horrified if anyone thought he was swearing.  Off you go, then.”

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76. The shape of things to come

For Mrs Karma and Mrs Auld-Syne
Partners in Planning Par excellence

 I
am a
blogger
without any
ideas for a blog
Other things I don’t
have include:
 written cards; bought presents;
 baubles (taken to
work as a prop for  teaching
division); plans for the Christmas
dinner we’re cooking in
just
nine
days’
time.

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16. And you’ve been caught.

“Now, King Rat, you come in when you hear Rat-Trap.”  I say.  King Rat looks confused.

“You know, by the Boomtown Rats.” King Rat shrugs and shakes his head.  Youthfully.

“The Boomtown Rats.  As in I Don’t Like Mondays?”  Nope.

“Bob Geldof?” I try.  Bingo.  I can see the mists clearing. King Rat smiles.

“You mean Peaches’ Dad!” he says.

I raise my eyebrows and look at him with withering disbelief.

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15. Frosty wind made moan

I was going to blog about the Christmas Concert we went to last night; organised by Parkinson’s UK and held in St George’s Cathedral.

I was going to start by mentioning that the organ wasn’t working.  Hence everything was being accompanied on an electric piano which the choir obviously couldn’t hear.  I would have added something about the pianist being keen to get to the mulled wine, and the challenging acoustics of the building, leading to the choir almost being lapped while singing Once in Royal David’s City.

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14. And I’m doing … very well.

“I’ve finished, Mrs Jellywoman.”

I scoot across the ICT room to see Chiyedza’s work.  Although she only started using the computers a couple of months ago, she has made a jolly good job of the picture which will end up on the front of her Christmas card.  She chose the angel outline; then added colours with the Fill tool.  Her cherub has a dashing green dress and is winging its way through a purple sky.  Like Chiyedza, it has gorgeous mahogany brown skin.

“That’s beautiful,” I tell her.  “Let me show you how to use the Spray tool.  You could use it to add tinsel, perhaps, or stars, or snow.”

Job done, I scoot over to help Ezra. His Father Christmas has a yellow face and blue hair, so all good children this year will have their presents delivered by Marge Simpson.  That beard is fooling no-one, Marge – don’t flutter your eyelashes at me.

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