Mrs Down's Diary

DESPITE prevaricating for the past few weeks, I eventually faced the inevitable and started to write my Christmas cards.

I had even got to the stage of just shoving any cards we had received into a drawer as I felt so guilty at receiving them.

I needed an excuse for why I had not got pen to paper. So I am getting fingers to computer and drawing up names and addresses of all the lucky recipients of my smudged seasonal wishes. And to all of you out there, a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. There. That's saved me a few cards anyway.

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I'm not really such an obfuscating card writer. It is just that time gets nibbled away at such a huge speed. Plus I am extremely easily distracted. Attention span of a gnat my Mum always used to say.

The idea was at the weekend that I would go to Bryony's house and help out at the birthday party organised for my grandson Ollie.

The plan was this. Take all the children and parents to one of these big playbarns on a Saturday morning. Buy dads and mums coffee and a newspaper and let them relax and chat.

The children would whoop it up on bouncy castles, slides, rope nets, tunnels etc. Then feed them chicken nuggets, turkey twizzlers, pizza, fish fingers and chips.

All good healthy stuff. Worked a treat.

For some unknown reason John pleads farm-management time and avoids all such places and activities.

For full feature see West Sussex Gazette December 27

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