Happy Boxing Day! In addition to a unique blogging date (unless I'm mistaken, this is the first time I've posted an entry the day after Christmas), today's entry is coming to you from the alternative location of Banchory.
I'm currently sitting on the stair in Mum and Dad's house, having kept my promise of checking on their house while they visit Kelly in Australia. A useful first visit for certain, having discovered most of the lights in the house still lit, allied to the printer and computer whirring incessantly away. All now switched off, planet earth will breath a sigh of relief, as will Dad's wallet when the electricity bill comes in.
However, my reason for coming through today wasn't only for entirely unilateral reasons. Today was also the "Banchory Boxing Day Fun Run", a 5k race to run off the copious amounts of Christmas turkey and trifle floating inside your stomach. However - the start time given on the website was wrong,and what was advertised as an 1130am start actually kicked off at 11 o'clock.
Much to the chagrin of myself and around a dozen other runners who turned up at 1115.
However, as we were there myself and 7 others had our own competition, and started together at 1120. Fuelled with displeasure - I'm a grumpy enough sod at the best of times - I ran aggressively, ensuring I not only beat my fellow latecomers (all of whom were running club members in their 20's and early 30's) but destroyed them out if sight.
A satisfyingly fast run certainly, where I also overtook a couple of dozen back markers from the 11am start, but not enough to satisfy my anger. How difficult is it to advertise the correct start time on a website? Frustratingly, I would have been a near front runner had I turned up earlier.
And yes, I now have turkey related indigestion.
A disappointing start to the day, but this is in direct contrast to yesterday. Christmas didn't disappoint, and following Luca's awakening at 830am (yes, you can hate us for having such a great sleeper for a son) we made our way to the tree for exchange of presents. Luca's expressions were highly amusing - "Woooow!", "That's awesome", "I can't believe I got that for Christmas!" - so please rest assured that your presents were highly appreciated. However, our visit later in the morning to the local church was accepted rather than ecstatically enjoyed by the hyperactive hair monster, as you can probably imagine.
We had friends over for dinner which was fun too. Far too much drinking of course, but the meal was delicious. Even Luca ate heartily, including turkey, roast potatoes and pigs in blankets. There were no amateur dramatics when coming across less favoured foodstuffs - is he maturing into a responsible and considerate young boy at last?
Actually, probably not. Even Christmas can't bring forth such unlikely goals.
More will follow tomorrow, and I'll provide a few family pictures too. In the interim, I look forward to Kelly's blog with her "news" (I won't trump her with it) in addition to Lucy's latest entry, with news of the Christmas Day lunatic encountered outside her house.
""Useless fact of the day - Luca owns a Spider-Man hat, which he calls his "ninja", for reasons that entirely elude us""
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