For breakfast I head outside with a bowl of chilli's.
Not that I’m going to eat the chilli’s. I’ve got bacon baps.
I spread the chilli’s around the flower beds, you see I’m feeding the squirrels and want to see if they like chilli with their bulbs. I am hoping not.
On this day it is most, most odd that in bloom is the roses. Not just one but many, as it loves and laps up the sunshine.
It is not the only plant that is in bloom.
Now though it is time to pack.
And so the one thing that is still enjoyable is about to start.
The Christmas Eve Social Evening in the Pubs
Over the years the favourite pub to be in has changed, for one reason and another.
For me it is the Anchor at present, a nice cosy area in a bustling pub serving dinners. Not to loud so that it is uncomfortable for me and so that I can hear the conversation.
We try the Chieftain beer. It is good, it is really good.
And for a moment I stop, and roast my nuts, and say thanks for all those who have helped me this year, given there time, and most importantly their patients. Without you I’d never be where I am now, life is good once more and I’m happy in my odd world in my head somewhere out there.
After a hard days graft Beardy makes an appearance.
And so the shorts begin.
I’m not sure he realises he was meant to go left? To the Kitchen sink my Friend to the kitchen sink.
Before you know it we are in the Harrow’s.
A lovely section of beer as usual.
And always make welcome.
I imagine Greenie is thinking of the kitchen sink, but I’m not sure.
It is so relaxing.
And perhaps for one…
To relaxing. Perhaps he is dreaming of the kitchen sink?
We walk home, the slow steady walk home.
This is it then, this is Christmas……