Well, the presents are now put away, the turkey is half-eaten and the house is still littered with unusual alcohol, cheese, odd biscuits and cakes. The TV has forgotten about Christmas and is concentrating on “What happened in 2015” programmes and news of terrible weather around the world.
Our tree still glitters despite the local recycling project to have them shredded on 27th December.
So what did Santa bring me?
- A much needed replacement wash-bag, complete with beard and moustache tools and potions.
- A couple of books about horse-racing (“The bluffer’s guide” and “In search of the perfect system” for betting). These may be useful, as since the racehorse I owned a share of was sold in October she has not failed to win, making thousands for her new owners!
- A rather nice framed copy of this photograph of me at Waterloo 200.
This will take pride of place in our dining room along with the memsahib’s picture of her in full charge as a member of the 3eme Hussards.
- An assortment of bottles of alcohol, shortbread, silly books and some equipment in colours to match our new kitchen that arrives next month.
Not a bad haul at the age of 61. I must have been a good boy this year.
General Whiskers' semi-historical wanderings 