Re: Finally feeling Christmassy!



On Thu, 25 Dec 2008 10:09:01 +0000, Countess-Palatine Blackberry the
Perplexed of Divine Intervention.<x{yz}enophil44@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

We still spread all our Christmas goodiers over a considerable period.

We usually have cake, cheese, biscuits, choccies, booze and various cold
meats left by Twelfth Night.

I can't see any reason for stupidly stuffing oneself to
uncomfortableness, it's not as if we don't all have fridges and
freezers, is it?

Velly sensibubble policies, these.

I like the 12 days of Christmas with the goodies well spread out, nice
early relaxed yard-arms, easy on the puds and eschew the turkey.

Many moons ago, when I was young and foolish (as opposed to old and
foolish) we made the mistake of using cold turkey to make a turkey
curry. Not recommended by this respondent, I must say.

Holiday Greetings, stay well, to all past and present
sheddi-populacements, kisses to those of the female persuasion,
fraternal 'ugs to their polar opposites and respects to the
intermediaries. A shed is not just for Christmas.


Cheers


--
WonK




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