6th December 2015 - Santa, Floods and the F Word...

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 'F' word...........
" 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.

But today's 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...