Remember me? Been a while. I left you sometime in mid December. Having had a busy time of it in Jakarta, Bangkok, Frankfurt, the Turf Club, an East End Karaoke bar and various other sojourns in the first half of the month I was somewhat behind with my Christmas shopping, but I had a brain wave on my one day off in the week before Christmas. I left Bob and Jimmy in Cambridge’s shiny new John Lewis department store with a couple of shopping baskets and, though I say it myself, a most generous budget to find presents for Sophie’s stocking while I went on a desperate search elsewhere in town for her main present. I returned some 40 minutes later having secured her a gift of three hours of treatment at a local beauty parlour expecting to find the stocking filling project completed by two enthusiastic and spendthrift kids. Alas I found my hopeless offspring had managed to put just two things into their baskets. Pathetic. A pad of post it stickers and a brown plastic bog-brush in the shape of a cat.
Remaining on the present theme Hen surpassed herself this year. “Dave” she told me on Christmas Eve, “I’m thinking I’m going to just give you a tenner this year. Hope that’s OK.” I expect my face told her what I thought of that plan and so I ended up getting a beanie hat from her.
Anyway, it was a good break and despite a slightly disconcerting resumption of my tendency to fall off horses, I should be refreshed and invigorated and raring to go but if I seem a little uninspired in the next few weeks it is because I have made the most fool-hardy resolution not to drink during January. I know most of you will feel little sympathy and indeed probably do the no-alcohol thing yourself on a regular basis, but it is a first for me and just three days into it – because my fast kicked off on the 4th – I am not finding it much fun at all. On top of which I have signed up to our desk competition to see who can lose the most weight between now and the end of Q1. 2011 has not been a bundle of laughs to date.
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