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Disappointed this morning.
The B, that is.
He'd been looking forward to it for some time, December 1st.
In the end, though, it failed to live up to his great expectations.
The other afternoon, in Boots to collect a prescription, he spent several minutes bending the poor pharmacist's ear.
"It's going to be December 1st on Thursday," he informed her, as earnest as anything.
"It's almost Winter. Yippee!"
He even performed a little jig for the assembled old ladies.
I feared there and then that he might be building it up a little, and so it proved.
Reporting for breakfast detail this morning, he peered into the garden and his face fell.
"So is it going to start snowing soon?" he enquired.
The remainder of the day, he kept a close eye on the skies but still no sign that snow is imminent.
The wait for Christmas has always been interminable for the impatient (ie, The B&G).
In these depressing days of shops being stocked for the festive season from September onwards, the longing is greater than ever before.
It's a relief that we're getting there and, at least with it being December 1st, there is at last some perceptible progress for The B&G to chart.
The chocolate calendars, for instance.
Obligatory, I'm afraid. For The G, Hello Kitty; for The B, Cars 2.
Then there's our favourite festive feature, hung overnight, granted pride of place in the playroom, a welcome find during the disappointment-tinged post-breakfast period.
It is, of course, our rather spiffing Advent Tree.
Or as The B&G both seem to be calling it this year, the adventure tree.
In the end, though, it failed to live up to his great expectations.
The other afternoon, in Boots to collect a prescription, he spent several minutes bending the poor pharmacist's ear.
"It's going to be December 1st on Thursday," he informed her, as earnest as anything.
"It's almost Winter. Yippee!"
He even performed a little jig for the assembled old ladies.
I feared there and then that he might be building it up a little, and so it proved.
Reporting for breakfast detail this morning, he peered into the garden and his face fell.
"So is it going to start snowing soon?" he enquired.
The remainder of the day, he kept a close eye on the skies but still no sign that snow is imminent.
The wait for Christmas has always been interminable for the impatient (ie, The B&G).
In these depressing days of shops being stocked for the festive season from September onwards, the longing is greater than ever before.
It's a relief that we're getting there and, at least with it being December 1st, there is at last some perceptible progress for The B&G to chart.
The chocolate calendars, for instance.
Obligatory, I'm afraid. For The G, Hello Kitty; for The B, Cars 2.
Then there's our favourite festive feature, hung overnight, granted pride of place in the playroom, a welcome find during the disappointment-tinged post-breakfast period.
It is, of course, our rather spiffing Advent Tree.
Or as The B&G both seem to be calling it this year, the adventure tree.
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