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Dec 2020
10:40pm, 13 Dec 2020
50,394 posts
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Velocirappingpaper
"Get up, Katy," said Dr Carr in his sternest voice. "Come on, up on your feet. Cousin Helen's parents may have been stupid enough to indulge her when she decided to become wheelchair-bound with hysterical paralysis, but that doesn't mean you should choose her as your role model. I'm not having that sort of behaviour under my roof."
Katy meekly hauled herself upright, wincing a little because her back WAS quite badly bruised, and hobbled towards the house where Aunt Izzie was waiting with her arms folder and her face like thunder. And by the next day she'd forgotten about wanting to be an invalid and moved on to a different adventure.
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Dec 2020
8:34am, 14 Dec 2020
43,354 posts
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LindsD
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Dec 2020
9:03am, 14 Dec 2020
6,375 posts
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57.5 Days of Xmas
Lots of great ideas here!
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Dec 2020
9:07am, 14 Dec 2020
4,903 posts
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Merry Fizzmas :-)
It was Christmas Day in Albert Square.
“Rickeeeeee”, shouted Bianca. “Merry Christmas!” And she gave him a kiss and the present that she’d lovingly chosen for him.
Over in the Queen Vic, Den and Angie were behind the bar. All smiles and bonhomie, they were pouring drinks for all their happy customers.
“Merry Christmas, Sharon” said Phil. “I love you”.
Ian Beale had closed the café, and was having a quiet day with his mum. “Merry Christmas, Ian” said Kathy. “You too, mum” he replied. “The turkey will be done soon, and then we can watch the Queen’s Speech”.
It was Christmas Day in Albert Square.
They all had a lovely time, and nobody died.
You didn’t expect that, did you?
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Dec 2020
4:09pm, 14 Dec 2020
11,964 posts
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D2metres apart airhug for Christmas
Mrs Pig was a busy woman at the best of times but lately she had been contacted by the media quite a lot to ask her opinion on current issues and foreign politics. Being distantly related to Napoleon gave her a notoriety which she sometimes enjoyed and sometimes didn’t. It did mean that often she just plonked her three little ones in front of the tv where they grew to love Kevin McCloud, so that when they left the sty they each had specific ideas about how their new living accommodation should be built.
Mr Wolf at the planning department did give them a hard time huffing and puffing about brownfields sites and environmental considerations but they each pushed on with their own ideas.
The eldest (by 1 minute) decided to build his house with straw bales as he knew this would be quick, cheap, eco-friendly and warm. Each bale was fastened together with long Hazel pegs and then rendered inside and out. When the planners came to inspect and approve the final build it was good enough and strong enough to withstand all their bluster, even Mr Wolf’s usual huffing and puffing were to no avail.
The middle pig decided to build his house with sticks, in particular a frame of green oak and cladding of scorched cedar so it would blend seamlessly into the forest. Of course the oak made it very strong and the planners could find no fault with the style which fitted perfectly into the surroundings. Once again despite his usual protestations and huffing and puffing Mr Wolf could not knock it down and middle pig wasn't inclined to invite him in.
The youngest and most pretentious of the family had much grander ideas and build his house of bricks. The whole of the ground floor was open plan with vaulted ceilings and wall of glass to keep it light and let the outside in. Which is certainly what the open bifold doors did when Mr Wolf came to “inspect”.
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Dec 2020
4:10pm, 14 Dec 2020
43,371 posts
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LindsD
Brilliant!
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Dec 2020
4:22pm, 14 Dec 2020
6,377 posts
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57.5 Days of Xmas
Excellent D2!
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Dec 2020
8:23pm, 14 Dec 2020
2,658 posts
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Minnie Mince Pie Mad
The Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, “how could it be so?
The sledge had a stowaway, Cindy Lou Who, who
Called out “Grinch somewhere there is good in you”.
For fuck’s sake” he snarled, “I just don’t give a shit.
I still don’t like Christmas, not one little bit”
He pushed on the sledge and it slid to the brink
Then he pushed even harder; before you could blink
Down went the presents, the ribbons, the wrappings,
The baubles and trinkets, the puddings, the trappings.
From the top of Mount Crumpit, hurled to the abyss
With poor Cindy Lou Who, whom her family would miss.
The Whos were enraged; a mob set out to lynch
That miserable bastard, that murderous Grinch,
And the only thing hanging, from the one Christmas Tree,
That they salvaged from the wreckage, and resurrected with glee
Was the Grinch, strung on high with a tinselly noose
And that was the end of that evil recluse.
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Dec 2020
8:24pm, 14 Dec 2020
43,375 posts
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LindsD
Amazing!
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Dec 2020
10:42pm, 14 Dec 2020
6,381 posts
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57.5 Days of Xmas
Americans vote. Donald Trump wins!
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