Thursday, December 22, 2005
This is the true meaning of Christmas in Scotland. Drink, drink and more drink. I hate drink and drunks. Was frightened by one as a child and have never recovered. I have made serious efforts over the years to join them rather than beat them but I have no aptitude for alcohol. So I sit there, arms folded and mouth looking like it's just sucked a lemon, sending out the disapproving vibes. Everyone else is having a ball, loving people they hate, hating people they love and having no memory of it the following morning. I can see the attraction, I just don't have the spirit.
By the way, the illustration is a cartoon I stitched on the sewing machine. Often come back to this as subject matter....So it's not all bad news then. Cheers!