![]() Where to start? As promised, Angie got me custard! We had a lovely meal in the café, the full traditional do with good music in the background. I have a photo. This is proper custard with a lovely Christmas pudding. On a cold weekend in December John and I had a lovely night out in the Selkirk Arms in Kirkudbright. it was a great party night with an over night stay. This is what happened after the party. On our way up the stairs to our room stood a little tree with a little Santa hanging there. I stole Santa. He wouldn’t come off the tree. John, liking a power tool, had a pair of 12 inch scissors in his toilet bag. Honest, I do not exaggerate. So, I tried to sneak them out but he caught me. He told me to put them back but when he was in the loo, I ran downstairs and cut Santa from the tree. He was only 2 inches tall. He had a bare belly, he was in a bad way. I felt sorry for him, we could love him again, I said. Cherish him as a memento of our fantastic Christmas together. In future years he would symbolise our happy days of festivity. However, John didn’t quite see things that way. As I tried to cuddle up on the bed, he told me in no uncertain terms how disappointed he was in me and that I had vandalised a lovely little tree that had been erected and dressed by thoughtful people for our happiness and entertainment. I had massacred the very message of Christmas. I was a vandal and a thief. He said he wouldn’t talk to me again, ever. As I sat on the loo, I reflected on my wrong doing, I asked John how long forever would last. He said at least until the morning. Things were serious between us. OK, we’d be sleeping for a good eight hours, but it was still a long time. I shouted through, what would you feel about things if I took Santa back to his tree? He shouted back that it would only take 5 minutes, he could forgive me in that time. What could I do. I hung my head in shame as I sneaked down the stairs and perched Santa on top of his tree. Five minutes later John kept his word. I was forgiven. This time.
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AuthorI enjoy writing short stories and reading yours. I'm always amazed at where our mind can take us. I think it is therapeutic to let your mind wander off and free itself of personal drudgery. Archives
March 2020
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