Reflection on the season of ill will

Water butt at the allotment

We got about 2 inches of rain in the last 24 hours. It’s lowered my morale, but raised the level in my summer water butt.

And of course, there’s Christmas to look forward to.

If there’s one thing worse than freezing cold, pissing rain, the credit crunch, the currency crash, inflation and deflation, it’s Christmas.

Message to Santa: Come down my chimney this Christmas and I’ll shoot your fat, red arse.

6 Responses to “Reflection on the season of ill will”

  1. Matron Says:

    Bah Humbug!! perhaps soilman needs to get a bit more daylight…serotonin levels getting low this time of year.

  2. Soilman Says:

    No shit. This is the WORST time of year, by far. I utterly loathe it. Counting hours until the shortest day, when at last I’ll have something to look forward to…

  3. Caz Says:

    Fantastic! You nearly made me spit out my coffee, I was laughing so hard…. Poor old St Nick.
    However, can I join your bah humbug club too?

  4. Soilman Says:

    Of course, Caz. Membership is free. Only requirement is an unremitting, undiluted, fully focussed and non-negotiable hatred of Christmas.

  5. Cat Says:

    Hey SM! Cat here. Not one to rub it in, but I will do. Am currently in Jo Burg airport waiting to fly to Kruger in morning. We LOATHE Xmas – I find it a load of commercial old tat, so we always go away for Xmas! And it keeps the old SAD away from the door step!
    Have a good New Year, and keep smiling! :o) Cat x

  6. Soilman Says:

    Ooo, I’m gutted with envy Cat. Smart move to get away from it all.