To everyone out there, Both Jane and I wish you a great Christmas and a very happy new year.
Im writing to you from Christmas morning as Lunch i prepared behind me. Before you say typical man, there are plenty of women working i the Kitchen leaving me to communicate with the world. Janes Brother and Sister in law Dave and Alex are here to help us feel christmassy in the dirty city on the Thames. Later we wil be joined for lunch by Dave and Alexes friends Trent and Amanda whom we met only days ago. All our traditional London Friends have vacated the city in search of better times, but our adventure to start in a few days has allowed us a christmas dinner like none in the sanctity of our preciously small home.
Ireland will wait, but only for a few more days when we jet our way to Dublin, drivr around the island over a 9 day period to return to the great dublin city to fly again to Glasgow where another car will be procured for a highland fling!
Unfortunately we are due back at work on the 12th so will abandon Dave and Alex, who accompany us on our trip, to meet up with them again in London later that week
We went ice skating on a Rink within the Tower of London moat, which surprisingly was much easier than ever before, perhaps I have balance on this side of the world, Jane expressed great grace by gliding across the slippery surface wit aplomb, only pausing to crash into te barrier to slow herself. I was less gracefull as the only way I could remain upright was to continue pushing off, for lack of a better word, which resulted in me gaining speed like no bodies business, only to narrowly avert crushing innocent passers by or through or backwards as I carreered past aiming for the deaccelaration qualities of the wall. I think at one stage there was fire on ice behind me as I sped past the world just trying to maintain trajectory which did not involve a cold ass. I think the speed helped as momentum and inertia are my friend, much along the samew lines as speeding across rutts in a dirt road. It was great fun and resulted in nothing more painfull that presuure points on the feet from the ill fitting hire skates.
Yesterday, we also went to Christmas Carols at St Pauls Cathedral. Panic set in at 3:00 pm when the queue extended 3/4 of the way around the building, but the girls determined to get in somehow convinced us that the line would move quickly, which in true christmas miricle spirit it did and somehow great, well as great as the 5000th people throught he door could get, seats were acquired in the north Trancept on the only padded seats. So good in fact we had 3 meters of leg room, nobody behind us and I was fortunate to have a corner and a scarf to curl up in and snap while the religious bits happened. Like before when Jane sang at St pauls it was great to hear and see how it performed in the way it was designed, but those who know me Imnot into the whole church scene so….Ahh too hard to explain, make up what you want.
Janes looking over my shoulder correcting my spelling so its time to…