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Does anyone know what is the matter with Facebook today? Posts take hours to register or get lost completely and my home page totally blank for most of the day. I asked on Facebook should I continue blogging and my faithful reader said "go for it" Thanks Marylew - Carol and Carol I am really disappointed. So, what to blog about or should that be snow what to blog about. A lot of weather we have been having recently - as the English would say. First it was snow, then it was ice and now it is floods - what excuses will the teams come up with next to say that they can't get into work. You would have thought that elves could cope with a bit of snow - apparently not.
You will recall the new silver sleigh - well body builder, not to be outdone, has purchased a second hand silver sleigh of his own. A little old and scratched but with 1.8 reindeer it goes very well. I should know I didn't put him on the insurance for a week! Apart from the odd tinkling bell sleighs are supposed to be silent but not bodybuilder's. He has had a new exhaust system fitted (reindeer wind can be terrible if you don't get it under control) and now it sounds like a GT racing sleigh. We have a little group of senior elves and retired elves meet each week and one of them had seen a new sleigh in the area and guessed it was bodybuilder's. "makes a lovely noise" she commented
Mrs Claus has a birthday coming up and is planning a little celebration. I see by her shopping list that she has requested 900 bottles of wine so I think she is expecting a good time.She plans to invite some of the African elves which should be exciting. I blame the vicar, he put her up to it in this morning's sermon and he isn't even getting an invitation. Heaven knows what he will be asking for next. I suppose Mrs Claus will be wanting 5,000 loaves and 2,000 fishes as well and a little fire from Elijah just to cook it all
The snow hides the reindeer pooh which is fine at the time but a real mess now that the thaw has come. Two great sacks of it I tidied up this afternoon - up to the top of my wellies I was.
This is the quiet time of year when very little happens, just tidying up the grotto, packing away the sacks and beginning to think about the lists for next December. Mind you I am not complaining, a little time to catch up with ourselves is always good