COLLIE CLAUS AND BOXING BOW
December 28, 2012 in Journal
Christmas Day at our place only had five kids – the two of us plus sr-and-br-in-law and a friend. We assumed kid status for the occasion, as grand-dittos are still up country with the son-in-law side of the family. A full traditional meal, lots of wine, and lots of pressies. One of mine is a paraffin lantern without paraffin or flame. It is solar charged, LED-lit, and amazingly bright. Also windproof.
A gap in my education for the whole of my life thus far has been the correct term for a wife’s sister’s husband. I thought it was – wait for it – ‘my wife’s sister’s husband’, for lack of a specific term as one gets in languages like Spanish. The OED confirms, though, that it is ‘brother-in-law’ regardless of whether one is related to the spouse by blood or by marriage. I suppose I am one of the very few who didn’t know that.
Subsequent to Christmas we have been recovering, maintaining property, pooches and cat plus two school budgies, and being closely observed by young Micky Monkey who seems to be a loner and loves hanging out with us – often within touching distance. On a couple of occasions he has patted Gemma-the-Maltese asleep on a chair to the response of a waving tail, but each time I have missed the photo opportunity. We also have some mongooses who brave the pack to scurry across the front lawn every day or so.
And now the family have returned late today needing to have hired a container truck for what they brought back, and chaos reigns supreme. After being cooped up for some seven hours the kids went ballistic on arrival. Peace and quiet departed completely. I love it.
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