Our little holiday

All good things come to an end ,as they say, and this ,sadly, includes the silly season.
It is the third of January and I ,unlike many of my fellow bloggers, am back at the bullshit factory.

I do admit that since it is still very early in the year I have very little to do and as such plan to torture you lot with a long blog, or I 'll attempt to at best.

Our little holiday started off with a trip to warm baths. So on the 16th of December we packed half a bottlestore and five good friends into Sriffla's OPC and off we went. We had a good singalong in the car as the chosen sound track ranged from "Snot kop" to " System of the down" and the fact that I am now forbidden from bursting into song for any reason is irrelavant!

On arrival at Forever resorts the in keeper- being a delicate fellow- immediately assessed various states of psychopathic behaviour and forthwith assigned us to a bungalow as far away from the general population of holiday makers as he possibly could.

Luckily the lone structure had an air conditioner and it didn't take too long to vacate the warthog from our front door.

With the Warthog perangulating to some other poor buggers front lawn we settled in, and by settling in I mean we moved all the utensil's out the Kitchen so that there was ample space to house our supplies (definition of supplies: 12 Heineken, 12 Bavaria, 1 bottle current absolute vodka, 1 bottle red wine, 1bottle jack Daniels, 1 bottle spiced gold, 1 bottle stoh rum) and turning the Air con to "ice age".

The rest of the warmbaths expedition was spent in and around any of the various water activities that makes the resort a popular destination. Stiffla and Juan spent a lot of time racing one another down the speed slides until the life guards chased them away for scaring the children after which he and Dirk purchased children's floating devices and tried to fool the life guard at the super slides. they failed dismally and sulked over a bear .

All this while my sister and I tried hard to disassociate ourselves from these Hillbillies.

The evenings we laced with many drinking games and hubbly smoke.

And just to prove that what I am saying is no exaggeration I am going to proved photographic evidence to support .

Stiffla and Dirk "Brain wave activity not detected"

I rest my case

Some unknown woman that kept jumping in front of the lens

My little sister "Crystal"

The group

Christmas Day

Now I believe that I have mentioned my families rather disturbing obsession with Christmas, but in case the point didn't hit home I intend to illustrate the fact.
For Christmas Myself Stiffla and the Grem relocated to a 14acre garden my mother and sister call home, there we were enlisted to help smoke Christmas gammon cook tongue and mix Salmon mouse. There were few objections to this task as the threat of having to mow all 14 acres of ankle high lawn loomed in the back round.

On Christmas morning we did the Gift giving thing under my moms 2meter high Christmas tree. Stiffla got given toys and has as yet not stopped nagging me to play Cricket or chess or darts with him, Boys will be Boys right.

Christmas Lunch was the big event of the day, My family traditionally serves a cold lunch as midday heat in December generally cripples you over a hot meal. So a table was set with cold salads smoked meats Cornish game hen and crackers.

We ate We drank and we were merry.

After lunch people became sluggish beings and either went to sleep or played with their Christmas presents.

Have a look!

The Christmas tree and gifts

This is the hoard at lunch. The two at the head of the table are my mother and her husband. The Couple on the left are my sister and Rudi (Rudi is the flavour of the week who became her steady boyfriend) To the right is Stiffla and the head in the centre is Grem in all him Glory

I had to add this as it is possibly the only nice-ish photo ever taken of Stiffla and I (pardon the sunburn)

Stiffla and Grem playing chess

That's it then. I hope that all of you had as great a time as I did and that all of you have returned safely to the seats of higher blogging

PEACE OUT