so here it is, merry christmas, horsemouth is having fun (at least). he has a cup of coffee. he's blogging away. he had a very interesting dream last night (about which he can tell you nothing).
the day is fairly predictable (famous last words).
rise. wish merry christmas to the dog and then his father. make coffee. blog for a bit. go down to breakfast. wish merry christmas to his mother. eat breakfast. possible exchange of presents. at some point the family (as is) will either go for a walk together (the monmouthshire canal at govilion is a usual favourite) or beg off due to health concerns (horsemouth will in any event go for a walk). his mum will cook christmas dinner (with a vegetarian alternative to the meat for horsemouth). to assuage his guilt horsemouth will try and be helpful. himself and his father will probably polish off a little of the red wine left by his brother. there may be something on tv for all to watch or they may split up early to their separate entertainments.
horsemouth will now disrupt this pattern by going for a second round of coffee.
the calendars are running out. the diaries also. the day is set aside for rest rather than labour. there are a few logs horsemouth could move for his father. the bbc predicts greyish but dry in the morning and possible rain for the afternoon.
the divine child is born (how folk is that!). and in the middle of winter too (when people could do with some good news).
as usual horsemouth is very partial to songs in french.
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