30 Christmas Eves

Happy 30th Smoochversary Mr Stuart. It's been a while since we sealed the deal with a stolen 1am kiss outside the Mud Club 30 years ago. But only following an awkward, near death experience (crazy driver D), prostrate, rigidly socially distanced lift home in the boot of an MG the week before. How the hell did we fit in the boot of an MG i'll never know or why D wasn't stopped by the police with his 300mph driving and handbreak finish outside my mum and dad's house in the wee small hours is equally a mystery. Luckily i was feeling brave, fuelled by many of that early 90s classic, Vodka Fresh. I think you were mostly fuelled by illegal substances in those days, hahaha. And the rest is history.

30 years later we are a couple of boring, comfy old farts waking up to a very snowy Christmas Eve. Snow on Christmas Eve is pretty special these days. Max and Beth loved racing around in the winter wonderland (extra pic) and Thumper even joined us by the fire at night (so out of practice, took us 2 attempts to get it going...)

Dave's scrooge work didn't give him a Christmas Eve half day for the first time in 20 years. So it was definately dark o'clock by the time we had a snowy drive to deliver Jo and Akira's Christmas presents. Over a very snowy, cold, crisp and even Christmassy Aberdeenshire we arrived to a festive, sparkly, Christmas lights akimbo Kemnay and a back doorstep where we froze our socially distanced bahookies off but warmed our hearts seeing Akira's excitement and cuddling Emma and Dan's mahoooosive and gorgeous floofball Australian Shepherd dog.

Home for the four of us to watch Trains, Planes and Automobiles (can you believe i'd never seen it?) which made me chuckle out loud then Trading Places...which hasn't aged well...ooft.