With apologies to our regular readers but after the hectic schedule that was keeping up with him and Gay George (Not Actually Gay) skiing the editorial team here at Bogun towers have been having a quiet few days enjoying mince pies etc.
This leaves us with two weekends to report on which unusually we have decided to fold into one report.
The weekend following his return from skiing was scheduled to be one of heavy drinking with his Uncle Dick and Lindsey (his lovely wife) descending along with his (i.e. our hero's not Uncle Dick's) sister and her family on his (i.e. our hero's not Uncle Dick's) mother's house. For the benefit of social services the heavy drinking was only scheduled for the adults.
Once the little people were safely tucked up in bed an evening of fine food, fine wine, not so fine wine and ribaldry followed. Enlivened (if that is the right word) with the use of Uncle Dick's comedy glasses. In the cold light of day it is difficult to discern how they found them as amusing as they did but we long gave up trying to understand his mind.
After such an evening astonishingly he was up early and in the car back to Bristol before noon. He was pretty weary that night though.
A pretty regulation week followed and he spent this weekend with the family again, this time at his sister's place, being entertained by his little nieces.
Meanwhile he has been claiming to be on his sick bed with manflu. A week of avoiding his Christmas shopping beckons.
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