And a Chavvy New Year...

Plus sides of driving at night - roads are clear (even on Black Friday) and the babe sleeps all the way home.

Minuses - Dear God, the Fog! Also freezing cold house to get into, and babe wakes up once in and won't go back to sleep again. she is currently sitting on my knee, happy as Larry.

Worryingly, minutes after we got in a bunch of chavscum kicked in a neighbour's door and smashed their front window... seemingly just because they fancied breaking something as they shambled past. Tis the season and all that.

Will go into more detail about the funeral trip and all that anon. Thanks for all your supportive comments.

Zootle Wurdle

Oh, why is it that at this time of Goodwill To All Men my fellow man must make this bloody difficult by becoming extra-specially obnoxious and shit? Mainly the dickless boy racer who pelted down the wrong side of the road at me, forcing me to reverse out of his way and not even slowing down for me to do that. Yes love. I get the point. You're sexually inadequate. No need to hammer it home, dear.

Mind you, doing the big Christmas Shop at Asda three days before Christmas isn't exactly the best way to get into the Christmas Spirit, packed as it was with fatties, thickies, ambling cattle-people with 18 children and one woman who looked like Amy Winehouse had aged 20 years and allowed Paris Hilton to dress her as part of some weird bet. Still. Lots of lovely Christmas nosh has now been bought, and since Mummy Dearest has finally taught me how to make gravy from scratch I can finally dispatch with the bleedin' Bisto. Fare thee well, lumpy, salty, hydroganised gloop!

Oh, and the Archbisy of Wales has come out with some frankly offensively ignorant and hysterical hyperbole about 'Atheist Fundamentalism' and how we all want to cancel Christmas http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/7156783.stm Except that it's all a load of sweaty bollocks. All the 'cases' of nasty baby eating Atheists (or the oft-blamed, rarely-seen PC Brigade - pick an Elusive Villain Du Jour, they're all interchangable anyway) silencing the poor downtrodden Christian majority that he's clever enough to vaguely reference rather than going into any kind of detail about are actually urban legend and were debunked as such a whole year ago. http://www.guardian.co.uk/christmas2006/story/0,,1967367,00.html A Major Religion? Making shit up and selling it as fact to try to discredit any sort of challenge to their system? Whoda fuckin' thunk it, eh? Still. At least the Beeb were impartial enough to point this discrepancy out in their reasoned and dispassionate article. *Rolls eyes*.

Hey Ho. Another Festive Season, another Festive rant from Yrs Trly.

Back to Wales, in brief... apart from the funeral service turning out to be a full requiem mass, which Gramps hadn't wanted, that part all went well. Some smashing speeches, good turn out, Vi behaved impeccably and charmed the pants off everybody at the wake. The wake adjourned to Mum's house with the whole Mafia (including the French Contingent!) with the traditional Day Family Food & Booze Extravaganza. The planned internment... not so good. In fact, he is still un-interred. We all turned up at Nana's grave in our Widow's Weeds, only to find they'd dug up the wrong spot. D'oh! It had to be postponed. Still, I stuck to what I said then - it's not like he's getting any deader, we can all wait the extra few days to make sure he's in exactly the resting place that he wanted.

And Hubs has a cold. Poor Hubs. Have been feeding him Vitamin C and Reddy Brek.