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I do regret that I don’t write, as I used to. It’s not always as easy as I’d like Now. But, that said, I do continue with my writing, in a fashion. Anyway... back ‘t tale.

I saw Santa Claus walk down the road Thursday afternoon, stroking his beard, as one would expect. It did make me smile.

Shopping on Friday at Azda had not made me smile, especially as the bathroom had held me prisoner for several hours, prior to me leaving home, on a very cold evening.

Needless to say, being as near to Christmas as it was, the store was packed; although it wasn't the worst I've ever seen the store. That had been way back and shortly after my Mother had died. On that occasion I'd gone shopping on a Saturday, prior to a Bank Holiday Monday. It'd been horrible, shopping that day. Friday had been a tad better. But, that said, people lack of manner astounds me at times and, I know what words have dies off, it seems now, “Excuse me.”

And yes, I would got shopping there voluntarily but, it's the only store that sells the Garibaldi biscuits my Dad like and, the oat biscuits are half the price of Hobnobs.
“And, after all,” he keeps reminding me, “oats are good for keeping my cholesterol down.”

So, I shop at Azda....

Christmas Eve being on a Tuesday, seemed weird to me... but, there it was and, at the end of it, I went to bed early, as you should; of course.

I'd got to see Karl, who had called down literally as I was bathroom ensconced.

“I'll be a minute,” I'd called and, rushed to dress and tidy. I'd been a minute.
I'd hugged. Now, there's a thing. I've never been a huggy person. I mean, you look at me and, I don't look like a huggy person. Yet, I had.

Now, I hope I can drink Chivas Regal – 'coz that's what he gave me and, I'd said that I could, out of damned politeness, which is assuredly not me, at all.

Then come Christmas morning itself, I woke at five, as I used to as a kid and lay there abed, unable to relax whatsoever, the events of the day rattling away.

Yet, I had fallen asleep again, as the radiators came on at seven.

Come ten I heard the sounds made by Dad in the kitchen, through the adjoining wall to my bedroom and, then the cupboard door, in the hall outside my room had closed rather loudly.

I'd risen, seeking coffee, ready to say “Happy Christmas” and, open up presents with him, which I'd brought through to the lounge.

I'd entered the kitchen and within a few moments, it started.

“How's my hair at the back?” He asked, as I made my coffee.

I looked. Yes, it did need trimming. His hair grows much faster than mine, even at the age of ninety-two.

But as I looked it became apparent that he'd already cut the sides himself. Once more he'd made himself nigh on bald at the sides, after telling me four times that he would not do it again, if he wanted me to continue to cut his hair.

Needess to say, I had reminded him of the previous promises made.

But, he gets impatient and does as he wants, expecting I'll just tidy up the mess left behind. And what irks me, every time this happens, is that all he has to do is ask me to do his hair for him. He doesn't, of course.

Instead, he does as he wants and, makes himself bald. Great.

“Five minutes in and, back to normal,” I said, then left the kitchen and went to my room to write.

The bag of presents had looked quite forlorn, as I had passed it. Yet, I had capitulated and trimmed his hair, as he wanted.

Talking of Dad, on Sunday, he took down the Christmas decorations, so that we'd be able to do the housework freely on Monday.

As he did I had listened to a Doctor Who audio story. Finally I'd risen. It was near the end of the month and, I had a chore to do and change his bedding.

So, I'd done so and only had a brief tussle with the duvet. With thanks to my little Mother, I can do it quite easily. I then sat to write, once again...

Then as rain fell hard outside the window on Tuesday, I sat to write once more, after going to see the doctor.

Just after Christmas I had used the emergency pack of Doxycillen I had been provided with for emergency use. Then a few days after finishing the course, I had got a heck of a lot worse.

The chest infection I had actually made all my other symptoms worse. I had not felt as bad as that for years and knew I had to do something.

I'd got an emergency appointment to see a doctor and slowly made myself ready to go, every joint aching, with my guts in spasm.

The doctor had suggested among the many things he had said, that I should go for an assessment at hospital. That had not been an option, for me...

He had checked me out, a tad disturbed that my heartrate was between a hundred and twelve to a hundred and twenty.

I'd been prescribed Clarithromycin, which I have had before and even smiled as I heard the warning, "And no drinking on these, remember."

{Long pause}

And then, yet again I ended up on yet another course of Doxycillen. Then, as I had decided to type out a letter, I found that my printer had died, in a slow death. So another printer had to be sought, before I could do as I wanted...