Patience

Please please throw my Stick?.

As we lurch towards Christmas day, our good humour is being tested a little.
The need to be on one's own for times is desirable lest a quick thoughtless remark ignites a fuse which burns to cause an argument.

We've done quite well considering the stresses of wrapping presents, Christmas card sending and food shopping, and we just need to keep it together for another day and then we're there; nothing else to be done, just a cooking of the nut roast, the turkey for one, and deciding whether or not to cut a cross in the foot of the sprouts. Since I will be doing it, there will be no arguments.

It never fails to amaze me how much effort on the aerobic front has to be done to offset the eating of a solitary mince pie. I probably did enough in the land of weights and measures this morning to allow me just two bites.
So the Swedish bun his Lordship bought me at Peter's Yard when we sat to imbibe some festive cheer later would have needed a 10K run to compensate: but my goodness, it was worth any guilt.

The cycling fraternity's golden boy, Mark Cavendish became Sport's Personality of the Year last night. My contribution to his win will be reflected in our next BT telephone bill!
It's so good to know that what is a minority sport to the man in the street can produce someone of such a mighty talent and become the top sportsman.
He richly deserves the honour.