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To Aunt Cynthia's last night for her birthday buffet. The major news of the evening was my cousin Jacqui and boyfriend Jim announcing their engagement. He'd proposed on December 12 by casually handing her an engagement ring while he drove along the A32 hurling abuse at other motorists. My cousin Sam (Jacqui's sister) and I quipped that there had to be an appearance on a TV or radio show about unusual or unromantic proposals in that.
For Sam and me the gathering was a chance to catch up, and we all partook generously of the food even though we'd all already been solidly abusing our digestive systems for the last 60 hours. When I talked to Jacqui and Jim, Jacqui said she'd seen my participating in the Rage Against The Machine For Xmas #1 campaign on Facebook. I told them I'd bought 7 copies of the RATM track from different websites. Jim asked if I particularly liked the song, and I said I still hadn't listened to the track in full, I bought the downloads just to make a non-X Factor Christmas number one. Jim shook my hand for that.
Uncle Ron put several bottles of wine out on the back patio to cool, since the fridge was full. Jim, Mike and I mused on that in the kitchen; I called it "God's fridge" and Jim said "The trouble with putting stuff in God's fridge is all God's people take it!" Happily none of the wine got thieved.
Went over to Westleigh Park this morning to catch the Hawk Travel bus to Bath. By the time most of the travelling party turned up the game had been postponed because of a frozen pitch. Malc asked what other games were on locally; I mentioned Newport IoW v Fareham but nobody else fancied a trip across the Solent. Malc phoned Galey who said he was going to Woking v Weston-super-Mare, so most of the assembled Hawks decided to make use of the minibus and head up to Kingfield. If I'd been healthy I might have joined them, or suggested a trip to Dean Court to take in Bournemouth v Torquay, but my cold was still playing up so I said I was off home. Malc dropped me at the station before turning back round to rejoin the others.
Sunday services on the buses today, so left hanging around Gosport bus station for half an hour till one finally came. Home for Carry On Cleo and Soccer Saturday.
For Sam and me the gathering was a chance to catch up, and we all partook generously of the food even though we'd all already been solidly abusing our digestive systems for the last 60 hours. When I talked to Jacqui and Jim, Jacqui said she'd seen my participating in the Rage Against The Machine For Xmas #1 campaign on Facebook. I told them I'd bought 7 copies of the RATM track from different websites. Jim asked if I particularly liked the song, and I said I still hadn't listened to the track in full, I bought the downloads just to make a non-X Factor Christmas number one. Jim shook my hand for that.
Uncle Ron put several bottles of wine out on the back patio to cool, since the fridge was full. Jim, Mike and I mused on that in the kitchen; I called it "God's fridge" and Jim said "The trouble with putting stuff in God's fridge is all God's people take it!" Happily none of the wine got thieved.
Went over to Westleigh Park this morning to catch the Hawk Travel bus to Bath. By the time most of the travelling party turned up the game had been postponed because of a frozen pitch. Malc asked what other games were on locally; I mentioned Newport IoW v Fareham but nobody else fancied a trip across the Solent. Malc phoned Galey who said he was going to Woking v Weston-super-Mare, so most of the assembled Hawks decided to make use of the minibus and head up to Kingfield. If I'd been healthy I might have joined them, or suggested a trip to Dean Court to take in Bournemouth v Torquay, but my cold was still playing up so I said I was off home. Malc dropped me at the station before turning back round to rejoin the others.
Sunday services on the buses today, so left hanging around Gosport bus station for half an hour till one finally came. Home for Carry On Cleo and Soccer Saturday.