Boxing Day...
...(why's it called Boxing Day?) means
a full card of football fixtures. We've got West Ham, at their place.
Lets hope they're spitting feathers at the end, not blowing bubbles.
Boxing Day (2)...
...I've just googled “why is boxing
day called boxing day”. Don't bother:
- Inconclusive.
- Boring.
- Actually, very boring.
The friendly horse is back
He lives in the field adjacent to where
I park my car. That's lovely in broad daylight and when my mind's in
the here and now, because he's really a calm, friendly animal.
It's not so good in the dark or when my
mind's elsewhere, when he sneaks up and frightens the bejesus out of
me.
Boxing Day (3)...
...and the traditional test match at
the Melbourne Cricket Ground. There'll be 90-odd thousand there, most
of them baying for (more) English blood.
Like all right-minded folk, normally I
would've been eagerly anticipating this game, but with the Ashes
already gone...well...it's all a bit meh, isn't it?
Boxing Day (4)...
...means leftovers to play with:
The forgotten art of bubble and squeak.
Coronation chicken (or turkey). Or
corporation chicken, the spicier, more down to earth version, without
the raisins.
Vegetable stock from all the odds, ends
and peelings. Chicken (or turkey) stock from the bones and carcases.
Jingle bells, jingle bells...
...jingle all the way,
Oh what fun, it is to see,
Arsenal win away, hey.
Fat Sam and the Eastenders 'aint happy.
They had a good twenty minutes, then got a proper slapping.
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