BBC Declares - 'Christmas Starts Today'!

Phew! Just back from a fabulous morning walk on the Seven Sisters, which happens to be just two minutes from my home - it is a glorious place to relax and watch the ever changing colours of the sea and countryside. Also a great place to blow away any cobwebs. I get home, put the radio on and -Yes, ‘tis true, my friend -the young Mr Gordon Astley from BBC Southern Counties Radio has declared that from today, Monday, 8th December it is formally Christmas and therefore the designated date to begin playing Christmas music. Like it or not it’s here. Note to self: Contact Auntie Beeb to find out when it is safe to turn my radio back on again.
Yep, lovely Gordon can always be relied upon to keep us up to date with the flavour of the week. But you missed out on this one didn’t you Gorden, eh? eh? How about the fact that my home has been filled with so much testosterone over this weekend that it is surely bouncing off the walls and floors? – Yeah, that’s one you missed for the Mid Morning show. .. Let me explain. No, not about my friend Gordon – he is beyond explanation...
You see our youngest, dearest, darling son decided to 'throw' (why 'throw'?) a sleepover on Saturday night. Now don’t get me wrong here, nothing dreadfully bad about that as one at least knows what and where ones teenage son is doing if they are in their own home on a Saturday night... But with a total of nine strapping great seventeen year old lads stretched out asleep on sleeping bags, cushions, sofa’s – in fact anything, including the dog, it doesn’t take long to imagine just how 'fragrant' they were. Impeccably behaved, so much so hubby and I even managed a couple of hours sleep, but despite the lads, who I am sure keep themselves clean and fresh they were, well just so hormonally fragranced.
Once the lovely darlings had departed on Sunday morning – and with temperatures not much above freezing I must of opened every window, dusted, hovered, sprayed and de-fumed every surface to rid the house of male.. Meanwhile darling son was back to his cosy bed catching up on the missed sleep from the night before. As I stepped into the cloakroom to give it all a good clean down (nine boys remember...) what did I find? A flippin’ great needle. – No! Not THAT sort of needle. A sewing needle. “Darling” I said when he woke, “What was that needle doing in the cloakroom this morning?” Looking at me oddly he replied “Oh that! That’s Jacks. He takes it everywhere with him to prick his spots. If you look at the mirror you’ll probably see his puss too”. Back into the cloakroom I go and sure enough I had missed the gift left for me on the mirror. Boys eh?
Time for a sit down and, I suppose a listen to some Christmas music. Thanks Mr Astley. X
Love Molly x