13 December 2015
I am safely ensconced in the Wess Curntry, and do not intend to visit the City of Gentlemen’s Clubs again until 2016. I might even unpack my suitcase – although the washing machine has just died, so there is little point. And should we manage to resurrect it, the person with first refusal is the son who has just returned home from university with a suitcase that you can smell coming. (He has also returned with a generous helping of student germs. He says he has caught these germs by not eating properly, something which he manages to make sound as though it was my fault, like I should have been there to remind him that wine is not one of your five a day just because it is made from grapes and that eggs are only nutritious if you take them out of their shells before you microwave them and otherwise are incendiary devices. Actually I think he caught these germs at least partly because he didn’t wash, and also because he hung around with other students, who didn’t wash either.) Today we are installing the Christmas tree. Unlike the CIPA one, which was decorated on the theme of Austerity, ours is decorated on the theme of Entropy. I use the term “decorated” loosely: it looks as though someone has climbed a step ladder and emptied the Christmas decorations box over it from above. The children say, Don’t worry Mum: we’ll put it right for you.
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