What do you want for christmas?
No, it's not too early to ask apparently, because several of my relatives have. 
I don't know! I'm only just coming to terms with the fact that summer has officially ended and the nights are drawing in again. The final straw will be christmas decorations in the shops, which I feel certain must be only just around the corner now.
Following on from the adventure holiday I went to run a couple of weeks ago, there has been a worrying development. One of the attendees rang this morning to say that she has Leptospirosis. That's Weil's Disease, to you and me. It's most commonly contracted by ingesting river water into which rats have done their pee-pee. And of course we all went canoeing on the Thames, so the whole scenario is quite plausible. It's doubly worrying that I'm still within the 20 day incubation period, so there's every possiblity that I may suddenly keel over with renal failure. How exciting! The serious downside, as well as this lady's health, is that we now have to write to everyone who was on the holiday...
" Dear Sir/Madam,
You may have rat's pee disease.
Please book with us again!"
The word 'Bovvered' could be about to enter the Oxford English Dictionary. Part of me thinks this is really funny, but at the same time I'm not sure it should be allowed in, because Bovvered = Bothered, after all. If it does make it in, it'll be joining such revolutionary language as 'chav', 'sudoku' and 'nang'... I'm sorry, what?! I don't know this one. Nang = Cool, I gather.
"That's nang, mate. Nang."
