Day 2 and Christmas Eve
Jan. 8th, 2003 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whotheheckamiI am trying to type this as we race to work through the rain-sodden streets and high ways of this hectic country. Apparently, there have been a number of accidents in a particularly heavy rainstorm and this has caused traffic chaos throughout the island. I suppose it gives me more of a chance to tell you all what has been happening. I didn’t have a brilliant night’s sleep as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickgc will attest to. She spotted me on LJ at 4am Singapore time and then texted me to see what was wrong. Nothing really, but I was wide awake after having a scary dream where I was back on my parents’ farm, hunting rats. For some reason I was unable to despatch them with my preferred weapon – a large wooden mallet and I was having to strangle them between thumb and forefinger. Naturally, the little brown, thieving gits did not like this and were biting my fingers. The dream was so vivid that I had to put the light on to check for rat carcasses and any damage to my fingers! I duly entertained Flick with this story and so I’m now feeling guilty that her dreams will be infested with rats.
A note to certain readers. Please be aware that I do not dislike nice, clean domestic rats, but I do detest nasty feral rats that would steal the cows’ food and panic them whist I was trying to milk them and result in me getting kicked. Consequently, ratting was a most favoured post-pub activity amongst the Gang of Four.
Now, back to the plot. (if there ever was one!) I am now feeling a little bit the worse for wear as a result of the aforementioned and other interruptions to my sleep. My body is screaming out for sleep because, despite evidence from my eyes, it feels that it is just after midnight. I guess its going to be a caffeine fuelled day today.
That’s enough for today and so now it’s time for us all to do the Time Warp and return to the events of the Christmas Holiday.
Christrmas Eve
Still with me? Good. With thethe_mendicant’s party a haze of happy memories our attentions turned towards Christmas. The house was beginning to look Chritmassy thanks to the party guests putting up our cards and trimming the tree. Guilt was pretty much to the forefront of Mendi and my minds because we had done almost no preparations for Christmas. Mendi had been frighteningly busy with her two jobs and looking after Alexi and Ivan whilst I had been out of the picture in Singapore. Consequently, we did not send out any Christmas cards – sorry folks.
I went into work on 23 Dec, but did not manage to accomplish much apart from writing up my expenses and being told about having to return to Singapore in the New Year. I left early and Mendi and I a pleasant evening together keeping the boys out of our room whilst we checked to see if we had enough stuff in the present cupboard for them. Eeek! Nowhere near enough. Duly inspired, I wrote a list of things theat I needed to get on Christmas Eve.
Oooh, I just love shopping on Christmas Eve…..NOT! I had hoped to go out early and alone to Melton Mowbray to complete a Tesco shop and do all the other town-centre shopping. No such luck! I got ambushed by my Mam and had to wait for her to get ready, walk Maggie with her, and then wait for Alexi and Ivan to get ready, because Mam had said that they could come with us (Wonderful idea Mam – especially as I had told you that I was going to buy presents for Alexi and Ivan) Parents- grrrr! As a result of all this faffing about we did not get to Melton until 10.30 and all my regular parking places were taken (more stress) and I had to queue to get into shops (stress++) and the boys were being whiney (stress +++). The last straw came when I needed to sneak into a shop to buy a PS2 for the boys. I asked Mam to take them to a toy shop and then to Safeway where she needed to do some grocery shopping. Therefore, you can imagine my delight when I was in Choices with my arms full of PS2 paraphernalia and I met Ivan clutching a DVD he wanted to rent. I managed to turn away and dump the stuff and then hiss at my Mam to get the boys out of the place (stress level – incandescent) I then I had to calm us all down before indulging in trolley wars in Tesco (stress level – nuclear) After getting home all I could do to dump the stress was go into the bedroom, scream and have an hour’s sleep.
Suitably, repaired and restored I was able to face the rest of Christmas Eve including wrapping mounds of presents, laying out the sherry, mince pie and carrot for FC and watching the boys write their letters to FC and send them up the chimney. Alexi was being a sneaky little devil and had set up my laptop together with Lego WebCam and Vision Command Software to provide motion sensor cover in front of the fireplace in the hope of capturing a shot of the white-bearded gentlemen as he put their presents into their pillowcases. Mendi and I became aware of this and dropped a pillow over the camera. We had to laugh once we examined the pictures he had captured up to our discovery – he had totally filled the hard disk with over fifty 300k shots of Maggie chasing the laser across the floor – tee hee! After our amusement had died away we realised that bed beckoned more than Church and we were all in bed by 22:30!
flickgc will attest to. She spotted me on LJ at 4am Singapore time and then texted me to see what was wrong. Nothing really, but I was wide awake after having a scary dream where I was back on my parents’ farm, hunting rats. For some reason I was unable to despatch them with my preferred weapon – a large wooden mallet and I was having to strangle them between thumb and forefinger. Naturally, the little brown, thieving gits did not like this and were biting my fingers. The dream was so vivid that I had to put the light on to check for rat carcasses and any damage to my fingers! I duly entertained Flick with this story and so I’m now feeling guilty that her dreams will be infested with rats.A note to certain readers. Please be aware that I do not dislike nice, clean domestic rats, but I do detest nasty feral rats that would steal the cows’ food and panic them whist I was trying to milk them and result in me getting kicked. Consequently, ratting was a most favoured post-pub activity amongst the Gang of Four.
Now, back to the plot. (if there ever was one!) I am now feeling a little bit the worse for wear as a result of the aforementioned and other interruptions to my sleep. My body is screaming out for sleep because, despite evidence from my eyes, it feels that it is just after midnight. I guess its going to be a caffeine fuelled day today.
That’s enough for today and so now it’s time for us all to do the Time Warp and return to the events of the Christmas Holiday.
Christrmas Eve
Still with me? Good. With the
the_mendicant’s party a haze of happy memories our attentions turned towards Christmas. The house was beginning to look Chritmassy thanks to the party guests putting up our cards and trimming the tree. Guilt was pretty much to the forefront of Mendi and my minds because we had done almost no preparations for Christmas. Mendi had been frighteningly busy with her two jobs and looking after Alexi and Ivan whilst I had been out of the picture in Singapore. Consequently, we did not send out any Christmas cards – sorry folks.I went into work on 23 Dec, but did not manage to accomplish much apart from writing up my expenses and being told about having to return to Singapore in the New Year. I left early and Mendi and I a pleasant evening together keeping the boys out of our room whilst we checked to see if we had enough stuff in the present cupboard for them. Eeek! Nowhere near enough. Duly inspired, I wrote a list of things theat I needed to get on Christmas Eve.
Oooh, I just love shopping on Christmas Eve…..NOT! I had hoped to go out early and alone to Melton Mowbray to complete a Tesco shop and do all the other town-centre shopping. No such luck! I got ambushed by my Mam and had to wait for her to get ready, walk Maggie with her, and then wait for Alexi and Ivan to get ready, because Mam had said that they could come with us (Wonderful idea Mam – especially as I had told you that I was going to buy presents for Alexi and Ivan) Parents- grrrr! As a result of all this faffing about we did not get to Melton until 10.30 and all my regular parking places were taken (more stress) and I had to queue to get into shops (stress++) and the boys were being whiney (stress +++). The last straw came when I needed to sneak into a shop to buy a PS2 for the boys. I asked Mam to take them to a toy shop and then to Safeway where she needed to do some grocery shopping. Therefore, you can imagine my delight when I was in Choices with my arms full of PS2 paraphernalia and I met Ivan clutching a DVD he wanted to rent. I managed to turn away and dump the stuff and then hiss at my Mam to get the boys out of the place (stress level – incandescent) I then I had to calm us all down before indulging in trolley wars in Tesco (stress level – nuclear) After getting home all I could do to dump the stress was go into the bedroom, scream and have an hour’s sleep.
Suitably, repaired and restored I was able to face the rest of Christmas Eve including wrapping mounds of presents, laying out the sherry, mince pie and carrot for FC and watching the boys write their letters to FC and send them up the chimney. Alexi was being a sneaky little devil and had set up my laptop together with Lego WebCam and Vision Command Software to provide motion sensor cover in front of the fireplace in the hope of capturing a shot of the white-bearded gentlemen as he put their presents into their pillowcases. Mendi and I became aware of this and dropped a pillow over the camera. We had to laugh once we examined the pictures he had captured up to our discovery – he had totally filled the hard disk with over fifty 300k shots of Maggie chasing the laser across the floor – tee hee! After our amusement had died away we realised that bed beckoned more than Church and we were all in bed by 22:30!
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