Kids I've some bad news, very bad indeed. If you are expecting Father Christmas to visit you tomorrow night, then sadly you are out of luck. You see dear old Saint Nicholas is lost, he is stuck on a large reservoir in the south of England, going around and around trying to find some feeding fish.
I swam ashore yesterday, the pain was to much to bare, watching this cuddly man close to tears. His parting words to me were "I'll not come off the water until I've landed a twenty so fuck Rudolph". It looks like Easter may be out the window as well.
So kids, don't expect sweet FA. It's just one of those lessons in life in that you don't always get what you wish for. Live by that mantra and it will stand you in good stead.
Now you simply cannot do a Christmas blog, without the presence of a Robin. This one is from a few years back while Barbel fishing. I fed him some Hi-Nu-Val but fear that to much black pepper oil was in the mix, as not long after it dropped down dead. Another lesson in life kids, do not accept things from strangers.
I'll be off fishing again in the morning, no choice really. Denise is hosting a "Prosecco Lunch" for a few friends starting at noon. The last time they had one of these was in August, it went on until midnight. Carnage, sheer carnage and the same outcome is a forgone conclusion.
Now over the years a carol has been slipped into my Christmas blog, but this year a small movie clip. Now does the bell still ring for you? Or have you lost it? Me, well it will for ever ring trust me on that. Because I'll always be a big kid, can't see myself ever growing up.
A Merry Christmas from up high on Yat Rock.