Saturday, 4 December 2010

CHRISTMAS LETTER 2010

Geoffrey and Hermione


Well here we are with almost another year down and not a lot to show for it. The months seem to have gone really fast (4 weeks in each this year) and I’ve found it hard to keep up. When I say ‘not a lot to show for it’ you are obviously aware of the changes that we have undergone. My sex-change operation went reasonably well with now only a little chaffing causing discomfort and Hermione’s hip replacement was eventually remedied once they put it back in the right way. The poor dear was going around in circles for a while. How we laughed. Uncle Jim passed away in August and we still haven’t been able to find old Aunty Bev. We are reliably informed that pieces should show up eventually given the cyclic nature of underwater systems so here’s hoping. We had a windfall earlier in the year. The roof is now fixed and most of the motorboat that was dropped by the tornado has been removed. They never did find the driver. Nevermind.  Another windfall was getting a cheque from the estate of someone named Roger whom the lawyers believe is Hermione's great uncle. We haven't the heart to tell them that we have never heard of this Roger chap. All the animals are fine with only Trixie the turkey showing any signs of anxiety. The children won’t be home for Christmas this year.  Gus still has some time to go before release and we haven’t heard from Jennifer since she took up with that religious crowd in America. Have a pleasant Christmas and New Year everyone and don’t eat too much. Drink in moderation and don't drive unless you are playing golf. Ha ha. That was Hermione's joke. Gets me every time.

4 comments:

Bin Hire said...

This is an unusual letter Mr The Curmudgeon because it appears to be written by someone else. Richard (of RBB) posted a similar one a little earlier. Did you two plan this together?
I wonder if Second Fiddle has one planned?

Anonymous said...

Indeed I did have something similar planned but I changed it after reading this!

Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

Good post.

If you no longer (after the operation) have need for your gonads, why not donate them to people who need them.

Like the head of our so-called Union, so she can stand up to, and kick the living daylights out of, our thick-as-shi* Minister of Education.

Angry Jesus said...

I've put stuff on toilet paper that was funnier.