Sometimes you just have to do stuff, even if it makes you a bit uncomfortable, even if it puts you outside your comfort zone, like someone who is shy hosting a party for example.
Well I didnt host a party. well not exactly
The missus's daughter, son in law and grandkids came around yesterday, and in my drunken stupid, I had agreed to lay something on.
So I got my Italic caligraphy set out, and drew a christmas map. Scorched it over the gas so it looked a hundred years old and stuck it in an envelope hidden behind the front door.
After they had all been here an hour, we opened all the adults presents, which was good fun. The two boys were looking round for theirs, but all they got was a choccie off of the Christmas tree.
They are 5 and 3, and the five year old was getting a bit miffed. Then I reminded him that he had told me a few weeks earlier 'father Christmas doesnt come to grandads. only to boys.'
So I got the phone and rang the North Pole, Father Christmas is on his way, but he doesnt have any pressies, only a treasure map.
Five minutes later the door bell went, and we all trooped out. Wow Theres a letter from Santa. The oldest lad opened it and found the map. The hunt was on. First stop - the tinsel tree - head to the christmas couch and look for the first star. 'There it is mum - oohhh chocolate money'. quick - over to the Grinches grotto. where is it ? under the stairs. but we looked there mum, its only got the hoover. well lets looks again - oh look a second star. more treasure.
then up Santas stairs to Rudolphs red nosed room. wow , a third star - AND more treasure, then back down to Santas snowdome under the stairs.
But we just cleared it out nana - oh maybe the elves have been busy. Wow a star with number 4 on it- AND - the BIG treasure. two diddy cars with stickers.
then ten pints and a curry for grandad - he's fcked
Well I didnt host a party. well not exactly
The missus's daughter, son in law and grandkids came around yesterday, and in my drunken stupid, I had agreed to lay something on.
So I got my Italic caligraphy set out, and drew a christmas map. Scorched it over the gas so it looked a hundred years old and stuck it in an envelope hidden behind the front door.
After they had all been here an hour, we opened all the adults presents, which was good fun. The two boys were looking round for theirs, but all they got was a choccie off of the Christmas tree.
They are 5 and 3, and the five year old was getting a bit miffed. Then I reminded him that he had told me a few weeks earlier 'father Christmas doesnt come to grandads. only to boys.'
So I got the phone and rang the North Pole, Father Christmas is on his way, but he doesnt have any pressies, only a treasure map.
Five minutes later the door bell went, and we all trooped out. Wow Theres a letter from Santa. The oldest lad opened it and found the map. The hunt was on. First stop - the tinsel tree - head to the christmas couch and look for the first star. 'There it is mum - oohhh chocolate money'. quick - over to the Grinches grotto. where is it ? under the stairs. but we looked there mum, its only got the hoover. well lets looks again - oh look a second star. more treasure.
then up Santas stairs to Rudolphs red nosed room. wow , a third star - AND more treasure, then back down to Santas snowdome under the stairs.
But we just cleared it out nana - oh maybe the elves have been busy. Wow a star with number 4 on it- AND - the BIG treasure. two diddy cars with stickers.
then ten pints and a curry for grandad - he's fcked
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