Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Xmas letter to all n family


Sounds like a great time was had by everyone everywhere!

Can't imagine how you managed to entertain so many people at Xmas without a number of fights, squabbles and minor skirmishes breaking out, or is that just a Scottish thing? If you did do it successfully, give yourself a big pat on the back or ask someone you trust to do it for you.

I don't think I even know more than 10 people. Certainly can't think of more than 5 that I am able to sit down and eat with. My partner says that's an improvement on other years. Yahoo! I'm maturing like an old bottle of something alcoholic or pickled cabbage.

Can't believe you guys in th eNorth are not having a snow ploughing event this year or is that to come? We have had a couple of inches of snow, causing major chaos for no good reason, other than drivers' determination and lack of skills in starting, stopping and turning corners.

Good to hear the old 'yins are doing well. Have added a couple of Xmas pics to Faceboook of family fooling around in Schipol airport. It makes us look like we have hundreds of multi-national friends and people in uniforms attending our Xmas party.

It also means I don't have to buy a dead tree to decorate and then discard, in the manner of Victorian German royalty. Instead, going this year for the video capture of a completely decorated tree and fully lit tree, supplied to Schipol by KLM and European Flying Partners, then projecting that, on a continuous loop, onto the wall of the house and playing someone's ipod, stuffed with electronically seasoned music. Just a big ole romantic, eh?

Thinking of bringing back the traditional Xmas where we got an orange and a shiney peeble in your sock. The next year I got an apple and a pointy stick. The third year I got a pear and a whittlin' knife. After that I started getting toys to play with but that was mainly because I was carrying a pointy stick, a rock and whittlin' knife to the playground. Not much has changed, eh?

Wishing you and the family the most preprosperous year ever and no looking back.

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