Balls

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

As you can see from today's picture Xmas is officially underway. Macca and kids have arrived and tucked additional presents under our tree.

To prepare, Caro and I had a very busy day. I continued to set up the Syro cinema by filling bean bags with beans. Actually, they are pretty flash bean bags. I think they are called "gaming chairs".

I was all in favour of these chairs until I tried to do the filling. Theoretically, filling a bean bag chair is easy. You just tip up the bag of little polystyrene balls, put the opening in the hole in the chair and. 

And.

And. 

Nothing. The bag of balls stayed full. The bean bag remained empty. 

Maybe there's something wrong with the poly bag. Maybe if I just peek into the opening of the bean bag chair and take a quick - 

FWWWWWOOOOOOOOMPH!!

Oh, look at that. All the beans in the poly bag. All over the floor. 

This didn't just happen once. It happened over and over. Like the little white balls were happy to flow out of the poly bag, but only if there was nothing for them to flow into.

FWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOMPH!!!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas on my garage floor.

I may have used the C word. A lot. I may have added it to other rude words, and combinations of rude words to make a HYPER RUDE WORD. An expression of filth and disgust and RAGE so DEPRAVED as to make angels weep and fairies explode.

FWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOMPHHHHHHH!!!

"Oh you F***ING-C***-B*ST*RD-B*LL*CKING-C***-F****!!!!!!"

I did not take it well. Is what I am saying.

However, two hours later, we had two "Gaming Chairs".

But still. Those little balls. Everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I had swept up most of them, but the little b*stards got everywhere. And all you have to do is breathe near them or step near them or just look at them and they immediately roll under a rug. 

So I went to get the vacuum cleaner. And sucked up all the balls. And then I emptied the vacuum cleaner into a rubbish bag. 

Only I couldn't figure out how to open the vacuum cleaner. I clicked a switch and - 

FWWWWOOOOOOOOOMPH!!!

Obscenities ensued.

I vacuumed them up again. And emptied the vacuum (carefully) into the bag (again).

FWWWOOOOOOOOOOOMPH!

Oh. Look at that. There's a hole in the bag. 

So. ANOTHER hour later. And the balls were now in a NEW bag. 

I started to set up the Nintendo which I had bought for our cinema/gaming room. 

This turned out to be one of those operations which requires a new Nintendo account. And a one-time password. And a machine update. And a confirmation email. And an activation code. 

CODE NOT RECOGNISED

And an activation code. 

The way it had been printed, I couldn't make out one digit in the code. It might have been a 3. Or an 8. Or a B. Or a zero.

CODE NOT RECOGNISED

AND AN EFFING ACTIVATION CODE

CODE RECOGNISED. 

ANOTHER hour later. And I had a headache.

As I stated at the beginning, everything is now in place. We have Xmas songs playing on the telly and all is serene. The Syro cinema is open for business. 

And I have trailed little white balls into the house. They were stuck to my shoes and I didn't notice.

F****************CK!!!!

S.