Thought for the day: "Forgot to do Yoga today !! That makes 6 years on the trot .."
A little missive from Roger - the Barber Surgeon - urr - Barber Surgeon Authentic Santa..
The Santa chronicles part 2:
Well, if it was going to happen it couldn't
happen in a better place. What happened? This happened ! Back at
Castell Coch and this morning in marched the perfect family. Mum and
dad, two children (one of each) all perfectly dressed for a Sunday out.
Obviously a comfortably off family, dad looking prosperous and
successful, mum looking indescribably proud of the kids and the children
both charming and well behaved. That was until the little girl stood
before Santa. We'd gone through the usual preamble, school, hobbies,
likes, pets etc and then came the big question about the Christmas
present, and this is when it happened. This perfectly likable girl let
fly with the most appalling 'F' word ever heard, to the horror of Santa
and the eternal shame of her parents she folded her lower lip beneath
her upper teeth and with the breath hissing through to form the dreaded
" Frozen ! "
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo" cried Santa,
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh" cried mum and dad in embarrassment !
"Eh?" questioned brother.
I thought it had all gone away, great lord alive it was back, the
return of Elsa, Hope and that bloody talking snowman. All the nightmares
have returned through the mouth of a child. Why, why, why can't they
just "let it go, let it go...."
However, as I sat there drenched in
sweat at the thought of the oncoming storm, babbling and a-trembling
salvation came in the shape of a blue clad boy called Thomas who
requested...and yes, you'll never believe this...Thunderbirds ! The
sweetest three syllables you'll ever hear, four if you over do the 's',
he knew it all, bless him. And he particularly wanted TB2, my favourite
as well. After a deep and very technical discussion, following which I
would have promised him the lot refreshed as I was after the Fwordgate
incident, we parted firm friends with a cheery F.A.B. a countdown and a
robust "Thunderbirds are goooooooo". Oh, and a high five.
sitting came to a wonderful end with the attendance of two
astonishingly well behaved and polite little Japanese boys with their
doting father. They couldn't speak much English as they'd only been over
here for a couple of weeks but with dads help we flew through the usual
questions and toy negotiations finishing with the presentation of the
chocolate gold coins. Which is when they all, dad included, took a step
back and very formally bowed. I returned the bow and then mentioned to
dad how polite and respectful his sons were. He responded humbly but
with obvious pride in his boys "It's what like we do, sir". Finis.
Thanks Roger - enjoy your missives...
Instead we had a choir and Christmas Dinner in Llanelli for the NSPCC - and a very pleasant muncheon it was ...
Taking it easy for the rest of the day as floods plague the rest of the country...
Thinking about a nice glass of Chateau 41...