No post on Christmas day? Failed to save properly and lost your intro? Gah! I shan't try again. Instead, here's the short version!
The children enjoyed the day immensely, even if it was mainly Daddy on duty all day. He played with his not-quite-Lego-but-passable fire station, car track set, alien meteorite thing (sand moulded to a shape, dig out the parts of an alien), wooden train extras and squiggly worms game; she played with her magic clip dolls, incessantly and manically, and merriment was had. Tilly snoozed, dozed, served lunch, went to bed, had a bath, snoozed, watched Dylan Moran (not new) on DVD and then we went to bed early. Not a bad day by any stretch but slightly perturbing as Tilly kept looking up her symptoms and they could point to cancer (though I'm pretty sure anything can do that).
On the previous evening I had been to my father's sixtieth, about which I must have rambled previously, and it was nice but it meant a short night before the Day itself. Luckily, my children gave me the greatest gift of all: a lie in. There now follows a brace of beer reviews to hide the TMI after the line break.
I shall be finishing with a delightful home-made vodka from one of Tilly's friends. It is blackberry and absolutely lip-smacking delicious! Not the best brace of ales that I have had, but the Yule Love It does take the evening by a long way and is not a terrible tipple. Onward to the New Year and more interesting ales!
What's the TMI?
|May as well offer some distraction|
from the train wreck over there on the
I also started talking, before Tilly went into hospital, with someone online. They have ramped up the conversation quite a bit and knowing that I am male, and that I am a CD, and that they are male, have asked me out for a drink. Ah-hah. Riiiiiight. Not that this is unsafe in anyway. I haven't been back since. Thing is, the site it happened, there's been more than a few nice comments about the pics I have posted there. One must assume that it is either a known pick-up site (and it may be, I remain hopelessly naive on such things) or that... No, it's the former.
Thing is, now that I have a plan Omega and Tilly is no better (and with no signs of getting any better) my mindset has shifted. There is an 'after' that wasn't there before. Nagging. Pernicious. Dangerous.
At my father's birthday do my brother had made a DVD of his life (at the request of my father's wife) and he'd done a good job of pulling together a number of photos. They provided a good set of memories and I was surprised at how many I had not seen at all or not seen in a long time. And how powerful the memories they brought back were. And how long my father's affair with his current wife had gone on for (there were hints that I suspect my brother was aware of but my father and his wife may not have been). And I thought back on how often Tilly has accused me of being just like my father and how she worries that I will get 'bored' and disengage with the family. And I shivered in my father's over-warm house. And it has stayed with me.