Let’s say that today is a day off. Well I have done little or nothing and just spent it by the pool, reading the last few chapters of the early days of Julius Caesar. I wonder how far into Egypt he ventured as Cleopatra was based in Alexandria.
At dinner this evening Santa appeared with a few gifts for the kids and some party hats. It’s just so out of place here that it might be a comic sketch on BBC2.
Those were the days is being hammered by the pianist. I can’t bear it much longer as over the tannoy is the distant chimes of jingle bells.
I’m off.
I think I have truly forgotten the pleasure of Christmas – that’s worrying.