Well today I am having a party, on the invitation it says from 8 'til my bedtime which will probably be around 9.30 when cocoa and horlicks will be served.

In many way I am thinking of it as being a Wake for my marriage a way of poking fun in a puckish way at what has happened to me this year.

I do have some recurring nightmares about it, however.

One I will go overdrawn today and have a savers bag of asda crisps and a bottle of cheap french lager as my offering to the guests.

That no-one turns up.

Or worse, only three people turn up who you hardly know and who mutually can't stand each other and they are there still at three in the morning despite my tactfully yawning and stretching and looking longingly at the door.
Actually, I have always been a very antisocial person and have dreaded parties in the past, perhaps because I cannot be truly myself there. They never seem fun, so much chit chat about mortgages,Summer Holidays,work, the children's achievements when they ought to be like an adult's version of a children's party for why should 'FUN' have to be so dull? Personally, I think this time of year should be when we combine two equal sides of our personality, the caring concerned part expressed by the Christian view of Christmas and also the wild Bacchanalian part expressed by the Winter Festivities that Christmas replaced.

So I have a dilemna tonight, how truly can I express myself, can I be brave enough to show the hidden me and pass it off as just dressing up for a Christmas Party.

Being true to yourself is a risky business ......

Tim, naked but wrapped around in mistletoe

Abigail\'s Party