Mother came down from the home for Christmas. With her boyfriend! 92 years old. Been through two world wars. And took a bit of damage in both. Set the love swings for them in the back room. Ear plugs for me, I think.
Martin Chuzzleclit cooked the turkey. I carved. Mother slurped, burped, farted and followed through. The usual Xmas dinner. Her fella had a saline drip for his dinner.
Martin got me a calender of roundabouts. We had a giggle. I hate roundabouts. Fucking hate them. I got him a copy of "Last Tango in Paris" and a block of lard. Little in joke between us.
Got a New Years gig at the club. Big money. Big crowd. Big trouble.
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