We're OK thanks - way behind with Christmas preparations, M would have had everything bought, wrapped, tagged and boxed up by now, I'm still thinking about Christmas shopping. Amy is in Cyprus at the moment so VP residents there might want to take cover or extra insurance or something. Harry successfully survived a school trip to Lille without being arrested or hospitalised and Charlie has suddenly realised that the GCSE looms so is working for the first time in his life.
Christmas will be frankly weird without him. I keep finding things wot he wrote in a plethora of notebooks and files, including this joke which you might want to share with the rest of the customers in the bar:
Three vicars die and go to heaven one December. St Peter asks them all to demonstrate that they can connect the religious and secular meanings of Christmas in order to get in. So the first shows St Pete the cheese and biscuit he has just choked to death on. "Christmas crackers," he says and St Pete lets him in. The second has died in a car smash and pulls out his car keys. He shakes them and says "Jingle bells." He too gets in. The third pulls a pair of red and black lacy racy knickers out of his pocket and grins. St Peter looks sternly at him and asks, "In what way does this connect to Christmas?" and the vicar replies, "These are Carol's."
