KETTLEBELLS AT CHRISTMAS
Well, as you may know, we have fun with wrapping presents at
Christmas? Is the paper facing the right way? As you may remember, I had
wrapped loads of gifts, then my Teen told me that the tape I had used to stick
them with, had in huge black writing, “Fragile!”
It was tape left over from when we moved and I did n’t realise, so all the
pretty bows and tidy corners and folds, are finished off with blooming awful
tape. Ha. Guessing what gift is what? Doing our sniff and shake test, but the
teens gifts take some beating. I held up a bottle thinking it was my Hubs for
his stocking, but teen reassured me, it was the shampoo he asked for. “Oops!” A
week ago, teen went outside and found in our drive, a couple of heavy parcels,
just lying there, obviously, waiting for a strong thief, because it was teens
present for Christmas, his weights, his kettlebells, they are hand held
weights. As he shouted to me, he has found the parcels on our drive, we
realised, what they were. The delivery person was too lazy to knock, so just dumped
them. Thankfully, if there were anyone looking to steal them, they were week. So what to do?
Hub and I froze as the realisation kicked in. Teen was about to pick up his
very obvious weights, as we were told by email, all they did was wrap them in bubble
wrap. Clear no box. So teen came in with a big smile saying, “Mum, I think it is
the weights I hoped for for Christmas?” I said, “no, they will be the plant
pots I asked Dad to get me!” He replied, “Right Mum, nice plant pots, good
quality, very heavy!”
I thought, oh, God? Well my best friend told me that I had ordered
the wrong weight, so we ordered another one, lighter and decided to keep one of
the original ones for his birthday, well, that came this morning, before teen
went to school. Just before eight. Hub and I were in the bedroom, getting ready as the doorbell rang and
guess who answered it? Yep, teen! Well Hub and I said, we give in. Then
teen came into the bedroom laughing and said,
“There you go Mum, there is another plant pot! Gosh,
that one must have soil in it, it’s that
heavy?”
Oh!
We watched a fantastic drama yesterday on the television. Called
13 steps, by Ruth Randal. It was brilliant and tonight we are watching a couple
of shows we watched a week or so ago, Rod Stewarts Christmas and another
Christmas show with the smooth man himself, Michael Bubble. Wonderful.
Right, Hub went to the shop this morning on his own. I
wanted to go with him, but he wanted to do it on his own. He has never been to
that one before. How would he know where to go? How would he know where the
opening was and shih way to go off the bus. He also has never been to the bus
stop before where he had to wait for our local big shop. We needed wrapping
paper though.
He left the house with Long chops and I just did some
housework to keep busy. I really wanted to go on his adventure with him, but soon realised he
wanted to do it on his own, so it could be something he has done for me this
Christmas. He has no fear either whereas me, I would not dare on my own, though
with my new puppy guide dog Baby Waggatail, I really want to conquer the shops
around there, as there are loads and we have not done them yet.
With Hub I would have loved to have gone perhaps another
day, as I would like to do it with my Black beauty before her harness gets took
off her in January.
When I am on my training, I will write my diary each day for
you and let you know all our ups and downs. I just hope she will work for me. I
also hope I can walk off the Christmas chocolates, as we are working every day
even weekends, from the 7th of January. Waggatail comes to her
hopefully new home on the 4th. I have something really exciting I
hope to do for next year? I will tell you about it when I am up and ready, but
I really am buzzing about it!
OK, I will next post the play I wrote for our church. If you
are not from the UK, you may find some of the humour a tad difficult, but you will
get the idea and put that with the
sweetest children, and the musical genius of hub on piano, and you will be there
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