I'm a bit late getting to the chore of writing the blog but today is the Mens' Probus Christmas Barbecue and I wanted to get my shower out of the way so that Marilyn can have the bathroom. I don't know why I bother as she's more and more using the ensuite. It makes sense of course; she can leave her stuff lying around (and there's a fair bit of stuff!) without affecting me.
I suppose I'm looking forward to going to the barbecue. Marilyn is coming and there might be a few more wives but I gather only five blokes have indicated they are bringing their better half. I think I'm a bit uncomfortable with male-only organisations. I've belonged to a couple in the past: Boy Scouts, for example but I cut my ties with the last one in about 1972. That's over fifty years so it's a bit late to change my preferences now.
A van just drove into our yard. Clearly a parcel but my initial excitement is soon squashed when the driver hurries up to the door of Unit 1. I hope Paul enjoys his delivery. (He probably gets more Christmas cards than we do, too!)
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