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It must be Christmas

 For the last three years the week before Christmas has proved challenging because something always goes wrong.  Last year 2 of my tyres burst on the way to collect my son from the airport in Nantes, this year my car broke down in Thouars and previously my family arrived at three different airports after diversions and I drove for 14 hours picking them all  up, including Paris.  Still a bit of excitement is welcome in this groundhog day world that we are living in.  

On Monday I will have my second cataract operation, which hopefully will go as well as the first, and then it is Christmas, or at least in the rest of the world there is an attempt of it.  In my house there is no Christmas.  I shall be spending it on my own and contacting my family via skype.  I am philosophical about this and it bothers me less than I thought it would.  

What has happened to the post?  I don't know if it is the UK or France, or both, that is causing such delays but there are a lot of things around somewhere but not arriving in my post box.  One of my sisters said she had send a card, which I have not received.  Instead of being sorry that I hadn't received it, she exclaimed, 'And it cost me £1 50.'  Yes, get your priorities right.  One package that did get through was a bottle of single malt whisky, sent by my son.   Is there a message there?

The latest outrage from the US is General Flynn, who has suggested that Trump send the military in to  the swing states won by the Democrats and run a new election, which Trump will win.  Well we all know that Trump and Flynn like the Russians so now they want to turn the USA into a dictatorship, and still the Republicans say nothing.  Wouldn't it be a wonderful Christmas present if Trump and Flynn flew off to Moscow and were never heard of again?  Mm must be the whisky talking.


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