It was Christmas Eve, babe. No, not quite in the drunk tank, but in a lovely little pub in the Lake District after a rather busy day.
I spent the morning watching the kiddie-winks in our local church nativity and answering the question “so, Mary, what are you doing now then?” at a rate of 10 per hour. I then successfully iced a couple of Christmas cakes (see featured image), wrapped some presents and cleaned up after Pippin who, with the help of an old bean bag decided to let it snow…
When it came to my act of kindness for the day, there was only one thing for it: make a fool of myself for the benefit of others. Using the stickers my mum had bought as a joke, I decorated my face with glitter and diamantés until I vaguely resembled Rudolph in drag, and set off to the pub.
It made my parents laugh and a few fellow punters smile, but the best reaction by far was from a lad I will name ‘Jumpy Jack’. Clearly high on something more than just Christmas spirit, he pointed at me, frowned, then exclaimed, “It’s a reindeer!” and almost fell off his chair from screaming.
I doubt he will remember the unusual encounter come Christmas day, but I hope his friends will be there to remind him!
Only one more sleep now… I had better get to bed otherwise Santa won’t come…