First day of December. Christmas will soon be over. Yippee!
It is also the first Friday of the month, which in Dad’s nursing home is Mass day. When Matty and I got there today all the Catholics were patiently awaiting the arrival of Father Boyle. Most of them were sleeping. I woke Dad up and gave him ice cream which he enjoyed. He wasn’t very responsive today but I find that when he’s been woken from a nap. With the ice cream he probably thinks he’s in heaven and gets a bit bemused.
Matty informed me that the ‘other sort’ get a service on Sundays. She does my head in talking about ‘our sort’ and the ‘other sort’ but I let it go.
We escaped before the priest arrived. I told the staff that I wouldn’t stay for the service as I’d caught a mass in July.
WHY I HATE CHRISTMAS Part 2
Relentless pressure to spend
The town is full of arseholes
Ditto the roads.
Christmas cards, decorations and Christmas songs.
Cotton wool Santa beards and false bonhomie.
BUT ON THE OTHER HAND
Hannah will be home
Dinner with Z & D Boxing Day
Tis better to give than to receive
Mel will be home