Well campers, another Christmas has been and gone, and I must say this has been one of the strangest Christmases (if that’s a word) I have had because it was the very first Christmas a girlfriend of mine had spent time with the family.

The family who insists on Natalie being called Miss Putin, who is a Chinese bird and also a spy. Apparently we are not meant to mention the salt mines, or the death of that man in London who got poisoned. But it’s all right as we have a starlin….

Yes the jokes get worse and go on and on, but nevertheless Natalie came to stay for Christmas, and it made things interesting. Nat was afraid of meeting Dad, as it is where my sense of humour comes from, in a more concentrated dose. Oh yes, you see why she was afraid.
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