It was my own fault for whingeing yesterday! I should have known that dissing Christmas would bring me a bad dose of Karma. Well, Universal equilibrium is restored. It achieved this end by making my son ill, making my car battery flat, and by flagging the intention of relatives to possibly visit tonight. I only "wrote" about negative stuff and negative stuff happened to me in return. That's not really fair, I feel hard done by, where is the justice?
Well at least my car is running again. It did however fail me at a most inconvenient juncture. The hour was nigh when I was to take my son and drop him off for a spot of bag-packing, as is his wont at this time of year, or rather, as is the wont of the Boys Brigade (of which he is a participant), which are constantly fund-raising, so that they can continue to raise funds over the following year. I fnd this with most so-called charitable organisations, they constantly require ever more cash to help them make more cash.
Besides which, I desperately need to make a last minute dash to a supermarket, as Old Mother Hubbard has once again discovered that the cupboards are bare, at just the worst possible time. Add to this the possibility that I might have to cordially invite some family members over for Christmas, so they don't spend it alone, and that's just great. No they have to spend it in my household, complaining about everything; food, drink, T.V., presents etc. I just don't have the stomach for that sort of crap anymore, it must be my age. You should never have anyone for dinner unless they have something worth contributing to the gathering, and I don't know anyone like that off-hand!
