The house is quiet now.
Grandad caused general mayhem for the entire day, dragging holly trees through the house and shedding bits of ivy everywhere. Of course he got drunk and started fighting with Herself. I get the impression that they enjoy a good scrap.
After a day of chaos I went to see how well he had decorated the house.
The bastard had decorated his own den and, for some obscure reason, the toilet. I would advise visitors to mind the holly. The rest of the house is as bare as ever. The working of that man’s mind remain, as ever, a mystery to me.
He has locked himself in his den now, along with another couple of bottles of Jameson, hence the peace and quiet.
I don’t know what kind of Christmas we shall have.
It is unlikely to be quiet.
It will doubtless be interesting.
As long as the law doesn’t become involved, it should be enjoyable.
In the meantime, I hope you all have a peaceful and Grandad free Christmas.