Oh bugger.
Yes it is me, Oliver.
Back again with a new diary, the reason why it has to be me again will forever remain a mystery.
But yes, my mother and a family friend have gotten themselves intoxicated. Socially distanced of corse. Along with no laughing or cheering or having any jolly times like the law abiding citizens we are.
I am not really sure what to talk about though.
I don’t really know what my mother talks about. She just manages to make stories out of going for a walk, or having up the washing.
Most of the day was spent cleaning up the house, as in wiping away the dust and hoovering and giving all of the unique little bits of china a good washing.
After such an event we decided to go into town and go Christmas shopping.
I would love to describe out endeavour of what we did, but that may spoil some peoples Christmas surprises, so I am going to have to keep that a secret.
after the Christmas shopping, we went to the family friends house and my mother had a jolly time whilst I hung out with the other youth(s)
Although after all of that, the highlight of the day was being in the back seat of the car, whilst my mother hiccuped out of drunkenly disorderment and I laughed at her. Whilst avoiding being smacked on the way into the house.
That is about the whole day summed up.
I look forward to writing to you all again, some time soon.
Best wishes to all reading.
LATER NOTE:
Dear everybody,
Whilst I am grateful for somebody else filling in a couple of my target seven hundred daily Alzheimers-avoidance words, I do feel obliged to observe that today’s entry, completed by my son, might have the tiniest hint of libel.
At least, it would be libellous if libel were a description that could be applied to allegations that were fundamentally truthful, although unfair.
I have not helped my own cause by having the most appalling attack of hiccups on the way home. This has laid me wide open to accusations of intoxication against which, misfortunately, I have no defence.
I am too tired and happy to have a defence anyway.
I might actually be too intoxicated as well.
We have been to Elspeth’s house, and she has laid on the most magnificent, glorious dinner. I mean truly splendid. There was a huge Christmas tree in the garden, and fairy lights, and Christmas music, and wine, and a table laid with care and beauty.
She had done this because we always go to the pantomime together and it matters enormously. She was doing something lovely because we are friends, and because this year there have been no other lovely things.
I was humbled and enormously touched.
I was so touched that we hardly argued at all, all the way through dinner.This is something of an achievement.
It has been the nicest, happiest, most magnificent day. As Oliver has told you, we have cleaned our house from the top to the cellar, and it is gleaming-fresh and lovely. We have bought the last of our Christmas presents and I am feeling the first exhausted hints of relief.
This might be the wine talking, because there was quite a lot of it, and I am uncomfortably aware of a fuzziness about my writing and also an incoming hangover. Nevertheless, it is Solstice, and it was the longest night and the darkest day, but the first hopeful gleams of light are beginning to make themselves felt.
Mark and Oliver have helped me all day and have not complained at all.
We have finished organising Christmas,mostly.
My friend has made the most colossal effort to make us feel warm and welcome and happy. We have been fed and entertained beyond anything anybody could ask for.
Also my hiccups seem to have stopped.
Please don’t tell anybody, but I am very intoxicated.
I think I had better go to bed.
The picture is Elspeth’s dog, who had acquired something that looked embarrassing. I took a picture to make sure that everybody would know about it.
