DeeGee
Member
- Location
- North East Wales
Six thirty tonight, Christmas Eve, when all businesses have closed and most people are either dahn the pub, or in my case, at home with their families, I get a phone call asking if I can supply two bales of hay.
Now, I don’t consider myself to be an unduly miserable soul.
Unlike Ebenezer Scrooge I do give to charity and and I close my premises at early afternoon on Christmas Eve, and I do wish people a Merry Christmas as I traipse through the falling snow and crunch my way across the farmyard to my home and to a roaring log fire and the bowl of hot punch that awaits me.
But it really does wind me up when some one who couldn’t organise a bonk in a brothel rings me after dark on Christmas Eve looking for two bales of hay. I should have said we are closed until Thursday. But in my most munificent charity I told them to ring me on Boxing Day morning. After some hesitation, the reply was ‘When’s that?’
As Tiny Tim said, ‘God bless us every one’.
Now, I don’t consider myself to be an unduly miserable soul.
Unlike Ebenezer Scrooge I do give to charity and and I close my premises at early afternoon on Christmas Eve, and I do wish people a Merry Christmas as I traipse through the falling snow and crunch my way across the farmyard to my home and to a roaring log fire and the bowl of hot punch that awaits me.
But it really does wind me up when some one who couldn’t organise a bonk in a brothel rings me after dark on Christmas Eve looking for two bales of hay. I should have said we are closed until Thursday. But in my most munificent charity I told them to ring me on Boxing Day morning. After some hesitation, the reply was ‘When’s that?’
As Tiny Tim said, ‘God bless us every one’.