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.
Overcrowded off-licences
Mince pies
Tinsel
Christmas TV
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
Alcohol
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