Planning ahead is so 2019.
Travel and social plans have been impossible this year.
Let’s meet if we can, at some point, maybe.
At house Tart we have known for some time that Xmas 2020 would not be as it has been. We won’t be travelling abroad, we won’t have friends or family with us. No warm sunshine, or the beach. Now we also know that we won’t be having a party at home, we won’t be attending anybody else’s parties either.
We will have each other, many tv packages and all that M&S food hall has on offer, so not a complete washout for us…
I do not trust any noise that comes out of the johnson.
Either end.
It’s all hot air and putrid.
Mr Prime Minister, Is that a law, a rule, a guideline, or a suggestion?
Waffle, blah, sorry not sorry, classics reference blah blah waffle grunt, WW2 reference, waffle blah, regret waffle humbug shite.
The year of the unclear.
Although the government response to the pandemic and everything else has been rubbish, I might concede that elements of this dreadful year could be due to external forces.
A friend, C, was telling me that at midnight last New Year’s Eve her son dropped a bottle of champagne. It exploded and drenched an entire room including a shelf of books. The year started with an emergency book rescue at 12.01 am.
I think the shit show that is 2020 might be his fault.
So dear reader, I wish you the best holiday you can cobble together, and go careful on New Years Eve, there might be consequences.
Health and Happiness!
fat tart 