Iain has sent his report from the frozen wastes:
...Catering for a dozen people is not that big a deal but when
you are cooking food that bores you to death it can become
fraught.
I love children. A bold and entirely innocent statement but
excited children indulging in their third orgy of present
opening is both scary and slightly nauseating.
They get so much STUFF! They hardly know and certainly
don't remember from whom they received anything. They
will therefore be unable to write the thankyou letters their
parents will not insist they send and I have turned into my
grandmother within a paragraph. I'll just dab my forehead
with lavender water and calm down.
It was actually ok. Not a funfest but ok.
They were invited for 1.30 and arrived at 2.45 fashionably
late or something else. Lunch was traditional and served
like a military operation, served hot, efficiently and all over
by 4.15. A very efficient campaign I thought.
WE retired to the lounge and they played with something
called Wii to their immense enjoyment and to the exclusion
of everyone else. What ever happened to charades and
other inclusive parlour games; gone the same way as the
parlour I suppose. That was my grandmother making
herself heard again. In any case they were not enthralled
for long and departed by 6.15 when Francis and I eventually
settled down to a bottle of wine or two or as it happens three.
Ill for two days afterwards of course and now only have to
look forward to the New Year celebrations which happily
will be in the company of self indulgent adults rather than
indulged and self indulgent children. It looks like being
quite a lot of fun and I will send you details of the wild
goings on in the new year. Weather here has been absolutely
wonderful and sunny without a hint of snow...
...Catering for a dozen people is not that big a deal but when
you are cooking food that bores you to death it can become
fraught.
I love children. A bold and entirely innocent statement but
excited children indulging in their third orgy of present
opening is both scary and slightly nauseating.
They get so much STUFF! They hardly know and certainly
don't remember from whom they received anything. They
will therefore be unable to write the thankyou letters their
parents will not insist they send and I have turned into my
grandmother within a paragraph. I'll just dab my forehead
with lavender water and calm down.
It was actually ok. Not a funfest but ok.
They were invited for 1.30 and arrived at 2.45 fashionably
late or something else. Lunch was traditional and served
like a military operation, served hot, efficiently and all over
by 4.15. A very efficient campaign I thought.
WE retired to the lounge and they played with something
called Wii to their immense enjoyment and to the exclusion
of everyone else. What ever happened to charades and
other inclusive parlour games; gone the same way as the
parlour I suppose. That was my grandmother making
herself heard again. In any case they were not enthralled
for long and departed by 6.15 when Francis and I eventually
settled down to a bottle of wine or two or as it happens three.
Ill for two days afterwards of course and now only have to
look forward to the New Year celebrations which happily
will be in the company of self indulgent adults rather than
indulged and self indulgent children. It looks like being
quite a lot of fun and I will send you details of the wild
goings on in the new year. Weather here has been absolutely
wonderful and sunny without a hint of snow...
1 comment:
Dear Nilz, viz a viz report from Ian's frozen waste, here's one from a frozen crutch- Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. P.S. can empathize entirely with his comments about children and presents and partys and wine and grandmothers. (me and hims the same age) P.
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