Xmas 2010

Christmas is always a stressful time of the year, don't cha think? I find myself even more short-tempered and grumpy that usual (and that, dear reader, as you may recall is an awful lot anyway). I think it is being stuck in the claustrophobic environment of a house full of people who aren't normally here. Mind you, YD managed to thoroughly cheese me off on three separate issues: (i) despite the fact I give her money for Christmas, completely dismissing the three separate presents I bought her in order that she had something to open (the same three I bought for OD, not that I've actually seen her for the past few weeks); (ii) spending almost all of the money I did give her on presents for other people, on the basis that they bought presents for her (so why on earth did I bother giving her money in the first place?); (iii) shouting down the phone when I was trying to explain how to get back to our Pinner home circumventing the strike-ridden tube system.

YD is now seventeen, at sixth form college, and fairly in-your-face. OD is twenty, dividing her time between her squat and her Mother's house, and is rarely seen (only when in need of cash, and then usually during working hours - mine, not hers). Since the last time I wrote this blog I have married (to the very wondful SJotLS)and now have two step-sons, SD1 (19, at Uni) and SD2 (16, lives downstairs). Life is - for the main - pretty good but (as always) not without its irritations. I may post more on this or - equally - maybe not.

Happy new year, gentle reader, however you may be.