Alpha Tunneler to Beta Blocker, come in please......

Xmas eve is here at last and time for Bud to go shopping. I spent a happy hour rolling marbles around a train track after my interest in marbles was rekindled by finding one in the street. We're hoping a couple of the Puddlers might visit to share a mince pie and a Mungletonic, we've even hoovered.

Erin came round during lunch and did a drawing/sticking/cutting masterpiece using gems and coloured feathers that was so good I had to do one of my own, but it was nothing like her one because mine had 4 dangly bits where hers only had 1.

Once Erin had gone, Bud worried I might go cold turkey so nipped down the road and bought me a Pops who occupied Erin's chair before it was cold. This is how I like my girlies. Pops and I continued the art session but then played a bit of cats and dogs when Popsmum and Baby Edward came to eat the promised mince pies.

After a while they had to go home to stop Pops' 2 older sisters accessing inappropriate content on the net so we were left alone once more.

The conker boys from up the road came to carol-sing at us for the second night in a row but Bud sent them away empty-handed this time.

Ten minutes later Ben arrived and the gruesome twosome were a force to be reckoned with. We got all the same toys out that we'd used earlier this week and played golf/hockey with the grabber/terminator hands, scattering marbles, bouncy balls and mouse balls to all corners of the house. I may be ill but this rollercoaster of visitors made me hootle and quarkle and generally act the over-medicated lunatic which is in fact my ground state. Life is good. In a fit of normality I cut my own fingernails and Jof opened a Merlot (14%, the same as the ones we took to the JoniBob's party).

I therefore take this opportunity to wish you all a merry Xmas. The streets are now deserted as everyone turns up the heating, hopes they've got enough wine in and tries to forget about washing up.

Have a good one. You deserve it.

Halo 3 eat your heart out