Co-Sleeping

Apparently co-sleeping with your dog rather than your partner is now a thing and could be good for you. Of course we’ve been doing this for years but with both of us in the bed and usually only one dog on it. In order to get both dogs on the bed one of us will have to sleep on the floor. Ah, I see. That’s me then.

Monday dog training is cancelled and is now off until probably March. L is out in Derby, so this does free me up to taxi her home later.

Tuesday I’m on the bike and taking delivery of a new vacuum flask that I have bought for my parents to take to the match. This is a selfish present as I am the one who is missing the hot coffee after their old one broke.

However this present is not to be. It is despatched to me in just a cardboard box with no additional packaging. So it is not surprising that it arrives smashed. I am probably out of time now to source a replacement as I wanted one that would take three cups and I haven’t seen any others like this.

L is impressed with the range of Christmas cards I have had made. Basically it’s a photo of the Lad with ‘Happy Wuffmas’ on it. I have also had a special one made just for us with ‘On Our First Christmas’ on it but L tries to send this to someone else by mistake.

Unfortunately I couldn't find any with ‘Bah Humbug’ on them that I could have had a picture of MD put on but I do have one ‘Happy Wuffmas’ card made with MD on just for Daughter. They are close.

I have a wasted trip to dog training on Wednesday evening. The lights failed in the arena and we had to cancel training. So us three very disappointed boys had to head home again.

On Thursday, pleased with how Bike-Run went last week I Bike-Squash. Which goes pretty much as badly as no Bike-Squash. In the pub afterwards the Lad copies MD and wees up the chairs. So once again I am reaching for the serviettes to clean up. What’s got into them both. 

I tell the Lad that he can explain to L what's he's done when we collect her from tennis.

(Thursday 13^th December)

Railroaded

On the bike! Blimey! It’s been a while and it’s only my second ride in December.

It’s also the pub today and festive venison casserole. L is not so lucky. Half a ham roll (white), half a mini scotch egg and a slice of manky pizza as she gets railroaded into yet another fuddle she wasn't expecting. Christmas is guaranteed to bring out the best in slag food.

She was looking forward to her own homemade soup for lunch. Bah humbug etc etc. She’s says her New Year's Resolution is to cheer up.

Well at least they didn’t expect her to fuddle her soup and there’s no need to cheer up. I have a proud record of never having partaken in a fuddle that I don’t intend to relapse on.

Daughter decides not to come round for tea tonight having exhausted herself Christmas shopping, I just hope she hasn’t exhausted her bank account too. So she’s dipped out of one of my meals again, I could get a complex about this.

L says as compensation I could take her to the pub if I wanted. But if we go to the pub today, then what will we do tomorrow? Go to the pub again I suppose.

In the end we stay in and admire our new candle bridge which is just like next door’s. Don't you just hate people who copy. It was an expensive acquisition from B & M Bargains, the go to place.

(Wednesday 20^th December)

Noel Edmonds Day

L and I are both grumbling about Christmas cards. She's getting as bah humbug as me. Is it too early to be bah humbug? What with it not even being December yet.

Does anyone ever read them? We haven’t even got room to put ours up. Not that I send many these days as most people feel like I do, that they’re a waste of time. I have my cards down to just five now, which isn’t too arduous but it's still arduous enough.

Work are also attempting to nag me into the Secret Santa but I’m holding firm as I am as regards Christmas Jumper Day. I believe even Noel Edmonds is over such things.

In the evening, L runs in Sherwood where there’s snow on the ground. Yes, it’s grim up north. While I’m playing Squash. She says go easy on the patient. I'm not sure if she means my forever ill/injured opponent or Doggo.

There is a real treat afterwards when Tiny Rebel’s Stay Puft Chocolate Marshmallow Porter pops up on draft in the Dispensary. That rather out brags L who is trying to seduce me over to the Doctors Orders where she says she’ll have a Market Harborough Dry Stout waiting for me and she’ll drive me home. She knows how to sweet talk me.

She’s in there with Daughter, who has now had official confirmation that she's passed the police interrogation with flying colours and she now heads on to the next stage of the recruitment.

(Thursday 30^th November)

Not Terribly Festive

The roads are very quiet this morning; it seems a lot of folk have already finished for Christmas.

As requested by the people across the road the sandwich van parks right outside their office today to save them having to walk 50 metres to it, thereby increasing my already 50 metre+ walk by another 50 metres. I wouldn’t mind but they need the walk more than me and also only one of them is in the office today.

As a treat at work they are handing out Crème Eggs. Not terribly festive but equally I thought declining would be a very unfestive thing to do.

You can tell the Christmas shopping is over because L and her credit card have parted company. She says it’s over between them but I’m sure they’ll make up; they always seem to get back together. Her card always forgives her and takes her back.

After always releasing us at lunchtime on the last day of work before Christmas this year my company keep us in like naughty schoolboys. Bah Humbug. We finally get released at 4pm and I head off to meet L in Derby. Where she’s been cruising the wool shops...

Then together we cruise the Flowerpot, the Royal Standard, where we also eat, and the Silk Mill, where several people are clearly hoping to take a young elf home with them but she leaves them all disappointed. L seems to cope with the ale despite her taste buds still reeling after last night’s curry.

We get the bus home at 7.50! We’d make such crap teenagers but it’s been a cheap and productive evening. Off home to post-drink.

(Friday 23rd December)