It would be around about 4 in the morning of the 28th of December, when Marilyn decided to put me through the hoops for not having bought her a Christmas present or Card. Well, my decision might have been based on the fact that she had organised a tantrum on Christmas Eve over my phoning Zena in Austria, my son Adrian, and an old friend named for some silly reason as ‘rob rat!’, a model friend of the family refered to as ‘Spam’, and for writing something pointless on facebook!, - whilst she was wrestling with stuffing an oversized Turkey ready to go oven-bound! So The New Year has brought me nothing more than sackcloth and ashes, along with some over inflated bills from British Gas!
