Posted by sean on December 25, 2005 at 10:31 pm in Christmas, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments


Christmas Day, supposedly a holiday and a day of relaxation, why is it then that no matter how much or how little you do you feel so knackered at the end of the day?

This afternoon I went to see friends in Bristol. One friend of mine is setting up an internet café and is living out the back of the shop. A lot of work has been carried out over the last few months, from the looks of things by very slow builders. While the rear of the shop is ok it still looks unfinished.


Part of the shop rear complete with a cardboard makeshift door


Where we ate, drank and watched TV
DanInTheMix is on the sofa

I was served turkey for Christmas Dinner, not in the traditional format with potatoes, gravy, sprouts, etc. It was turkey curry, different but still very nice all the same.

I’m off to Yorkshire in the morning to watch Super Leeds United take on the Mighty Coventry City at Elland Road. Will blog tomorrow or Tuesday about what I got for Christmas (Sony NWA3000 Walkman – nice) and what else I got up to, off to bed now as I am very tired and have to set off early in the morning for a long drive up north.

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