Yesterday we returned to “The Homeland” for family festivities. We passed The Castle, it looked very romantic in all its illuminated Christmas splendour and horizontal blinds ….and yes ……. though we didn’t have time to stop, Motorworld is no longer boarded up and is open again, and in so doing shall henceforth be known as Nigel’s Christmas Miracle!
But I digress, we had crossed the counties to party and we had been charged with finding the prizes for the “Festive Tut Sack” ……. There was a quiz on all the funny things that Granddad Colin used to say, we had to transfer mini marshmallows from one plate to another with chopsticks, transmit messages to our partner whilst wearing gum shields …….. and then, Nigel’s particular favourite …….
……… both partners had to blow up ten balloons between them, then insert five of said balloons into each leg of a pair of ladies tights ……
…….. Darrell disappeared under the table and I didn’t see him again until someone called us a taxi. Let’s just say this morning we all appear to have very delicate heads, I am putting this down to the sudden change of the water on our systems. Next time we come visit, I will have to remember to fill a couple of bottles with Evesham water so that we can acclimatise ourselves to, what are now foreign climes, a little more gently!