Young ones

Haemorrhoids are nothing to them but a 3 syllable word with Hs in awkward places.
They can sit on cold concrete steps for hours, chatting and having fun.
They are all christmassy and full of enthusiasm and looking forward to a good time.

They get on my nerves to be quite honest.

And yes, I am grumpy.

Last night was my turn to be Christmassy and carefree and to sit on cold concrete steps waiting for the DART home.
And today I was hungover for a worryingly long part of the day, and I misplaced my special cream for that 3 syllable condition. Hope that Finnzy-Bob did not eat it. I think he finished his last tub of Sudocream yesterday.

Bah, young ones...