
I write this post from St Johns Hospital in Livingston. Sadly, Christmas did not go the way I had hoped.
As you will know from my last post, I have been stocking up on boxes of Golden Wonder multipacks to beat the Christmas rush and as a jolly surprise for Caroline. While she was fighting the Christmas Eve crowds at the shops (eight hours she was gone) I decided to bring the Golden Wonder collection in from the shed to the living room. Even I underestimated the number of boxes I had accumulated - well over my original estimate of 120 - and to get them all into the living room was a hell of a tight squeeze. I had to remove the suite, the television and dismantle the Christmas tree to get them all in! It took absolutely ages but when I surveyed my handiwork I must admit I was more than slightly pleased with myself!
I decorated the assembled boxes with some sprigs of holly and manoeuvred myself behind the wall of boxes to await Caroline's return.
When I heard her key in the door lock I could hardly contain my excitement - and as she entered the living room her face was a real picture! I tried to jump out from behind the boxes with a sprig of mistletoe in my hand but I must have fallen awkwardly - I have no recollection at all of what happened after that point. I regained consciousness in hospital, where I had apparently undergone a delicate operation to remove a jumbo bag of Salt'n'Vinegar from one orifice, and I also had a number of bumps and bruises that were consistent with a number of boxes having fallen on me with some force - though also consistent with the possibility of being clubbed repeatedly with a frozen turkey, oddly enough.
Anyway, all's well that ends well - doctors say I am making a fine recovery and I should be home for Hogmanay. I will then be able to give Caroline her very special Christmas gift - a box of Ready Salted loving wrapped and tied with ribbons and bows.
That's something to look forward to - better late than never, eh readers?





