Christmas Morning 2022.

I am feeling a bit more deranged than is usual for me. Probably due to The Oysters sitting downstairs waiting to be opened. This is a life threatening exercise, which is why I don’t do it all that often. Almost never, actually. I haven’t forgotten the last time.

All that remains for me to do before I die is to thank RoobeeDoo for putting my Blog up on Twitter. Or was it FaceBook? I have forgotten as they are much the same to me. But anywhere is good.

Thanks also to everyone who reads my Blog. I can only hope that you all enjoy it.

Have a really nice Christmas Day with much love from me.

NORAD NOT.

I am gutted. I cannot get The NORAD Site to work. Forget The Children. I wanted to follow this again but just for me, as I have done for many years now.

Rumour has it that NORAD has been overwhelmed, almost certainly by old people. I bet they never saw that coming. If in fact it is true. But it doesn’t say much for The Space Agency Satellite. If we can’t watch St. Nicholas doing his thing then what chance is there for The World?

NORAD!

It’s nearly that time again, Folks. The Santa Tracker. I have been watching that for what seems like a very long time. God knows why, unlesss to attempt to recover some of the magic of my now ancient childhood. I still believe in Father Christmas although I didn’t know that he was actually St. Nicholas when I was very young. Perhaps a bit too Catholic for my Protestant Welsh Grandmother.

However, I am going to take a crack at New Zealand and Australia this year for the first time. There are a lot of Mitchells in that area due to Transportation and sometimes just plain Adventuring. I have sometimes wished…..but never mind. It’s a bit too late now. Actually, I was on my way to New Zealand when I rested in Brittany and then ran out of money. My children don’t know this. They could be about to find out. Presuming they read my Blog, which I somewhat doubt. Mother always was a huge embarrassment. But I didn’t get there and nothing much lost.

And at least I might have heard of some of the places, even the Aboriginal ones. Alice Springs sounds like a good place to me, in the middle of nowhere with Camels and all. I like Camels. How on earth did they get there? Oh. And not much rain. It is peeing down again here.

Anyway, The Web Page is now up so I will just have to keep on checking in and hope to catch the start. One Day and Twenty Two hours from now apparently. Probably Saturday Morning.

A Very Joyeux Noel to all of The Mitchells in the World. And to all of you. Throw another Sardine on the Barbi just for me. I will be with you all in spirit. Lots of it.

A Passing Thought.

The Winter Solstice is playing up. Two days ago it was still night time here at 9am. Since when daylight has appeared a good ten minutes earlier by the day, so far. So The Winter Solstice happened on the 19th of December, at least in Lann Georges. But then this sort of thing ever was a matter of opinion I suspect.

This poses a question. How did The Ancients get to decide on when to thaw out those Mammoth Steaks? This could have caused a few problems. They might even have missed The Solstice altogether, unless they had someone like me watching out for it. Someone with nothing better to do mayhap.

The Winter Solstice is very important to me and I need to know when it is happening, otherwise what is the point? And for how long has this been going on? Me psyched up for the 21st and I bloody well missed it.

However, this is going to take some time, like a year or ten. Yet again another reason to stay alive. I have long known that I can’t beat Planet Earth but I do try to stay in tune somewhat, which is about the best you can do for such a glorious thing.

Happy Christ Mass to you all. And may your Gods go with you. My God is The Universe.

Confit de Canard.

My Christmas Dinner this year. Legs of Ducks cooked very slowly in Goose Grease and then stuffed in a can. About 12 Euros a can. Worth every penny and that’s just The Goose Grease. The Duck’s Legs are a bonus.

You can buy this in Britain but it is much more expensive. This depends on how much you want to pay for Goose Grease.

You stick it under the grill for about fifteen minutes while the sprouts cook. I don’t eat roast potatoes anymore because they make me ill.

Meanwhile, Robin Dominic can get drunk on more Bloody Mary’s somewhere else, after I have endeavoured to keep him relatively sober with bits and pieces of snacks. I make the Bloody Mary’s in our house.

There is something to be said for eating Christmas Dinner alone and I am well versed in that having done it for many a long year. I did so miss all of my sons but you get used to that. I chose to bog off to France, which just happens to have been the best thing that I ever did, albeit in extremity.

Such fun I had clearing Chicken Sheds in the middle of the night when I was very broke. No really, I really did. I used to think, “What the fuck am I doing”. And then I would laugh. I mean, let’s face it, it was funny.

So onwards and upwards to another good Christmas.