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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Look at that. Six days, and all the difference they've made.

This time last year, some people may remember, I had the good fortune and foresight to fall down some stairs. This year I decided that a safer occupation would be to climb a mountain with not one but both of my god-daughters. There was much anticipation around the two of them meeting, it being their first time. My six year old god-daughter was particularly nervous about the meeting, as I had suggested to her in the car on the way to the mountain that perhaps they should have some kind of competition to see who was the best. My twelve year old god-daughter didn't seem quite as concerned about proving her abilities to me.

Anyway. Labradors mixed with aunties, uncles and cousins and a huge group of us - between the ages of 6 and 60 - went traipsing up a hill with no cares in the world. Christmas is fabulous for taking time out to do stupid things, and so we watched in amusement as many people went running past all of us in search of orienteering posts. We tried to explain what they were doing to Roisin, but even after the explanation, she couldn't quite see the point. Maybe the fault lay in the fact that we couldn't either.

Now, the house is still full of cousins, aunties and uncles, but thankfully everyone here is now over the age of 20. It's a lot easier that way. We're all about to eat turkey again, which seems unwise, but I'm sticking to my quorn.

So then. Have a lovely Boxing / St Stephens Day, and hopefully I'll have something to boast about finding in the sales tomorrow.

(I'm also trying to persuade my mother to adopt a jack russell tomorrow. I've already submitted our details to two different websites)

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