Christmas day is when Keith and I take off into the wilds of North Wales for a picnic .... at least it usually is ...except for this Christmas day.
This Christmas day I had the beginnings of a migraine when I woke up. Not to worry, I assured Keith, it would soon go and I really wanted us to go out. After all it's so long since we last had a drive out. So off we went but by the time we reached Cerrigydrudion, Keith took matters into his own hands and decided that the corpse-like passenger beside him needed to go home to bed.
So we didn't even get as far as Pentrefoelas, which, as my regular readers will no doubt remember, is the only place in Wales which has accessible toilets on Christmas day.
Personally, I blame the brandy and Martini that Keith forced me to drink on Christmas Eve.
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4 comments:
I'm sorry to see that you felt as you did on Christmas Day and hope that you now feel better.
Have a day out in the New Year for your picnic and pretend that it's Christmas. All you'll need are a few crackers and mince pies!
Hi Jenny, I have been out of circulation for a while now but hope to rejoin Blog Land in 2007. Happy New Year to you and yours. Tizwoz77
Sorry to hear you were feeling poorly, Jenny. Trying to pronounce those Welsh names would give me a headache, too!
We've got the mince pies, Flighty. :)
Tizwozz, great to hear from you again. Happy New Year to you too.
Dale, I thought of you as I wrote those Welsh names! ;)
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