How Was It For You?
It's funny how people are always interested in what kind of Christmas you've had. Or at least they seem to be interested. Over the years I've found that no one really listens to what you tell them about your Christmas festivities and you might as well stick with the standard "oh...it was quiet."
As if that's unusual. Do most people have loud Christmas experiences? Perhaps most people are invaded by Heavy Metal bands and freelance fireworks demonstrators.
The loudest thing that happened to us was the early-morning encounter with a remote control Dalek. Otherwise it was peaceful. So much so that, after popping the turkey in the oven, I wrapped myself in three layers of wooly jumpers and went for an afternoon stroll along the old across Drumossie Moor. It was just me, some sheep and - the last two courtesy of my portable DAB radio.
Back home a half an hour later I discovered that friends and relatives were not having it so easy. My Dad phoned from Glasgow to say that he had set his own oven alight and that the kitchen was now black with smoke. Meanwhile Mrs Z's friend Shona sent a text message explaining that her gas boiler had packed in and the house was so cold that "the turkey was demanding to be put back in the freezer."
But how was it for ewe?
