Isn't it remarkable how little space is actually required in a parking space to get out? When pulled up to the kerb I mean, rather than in a carpark bay. This afternoon I had to drive my dad home and, when I went out to the car, I discovered that I had about eighteen inches in front of me and about six behind me (Get your minds out of the gutter this instant!). Don't ask me how but I managed to squeeze out of there without hitting anything. And it only took me five minutes of toing and froing.
[ Is it just me or does that look more like it should be pronounced "toyng and froyng"? ]Oh, and I feel like I've done both my parents and injustice by simply mentioning the otter-related things they bought me. I actually got more than that from them. So, to give credit where it's due, here's a complete listing of the Christmas gifts I received:
From my mum:Otter Figurine. I'll have to get a photo of this at some point but it's about ten inches tall - that's a real ten inches rather than your average man's "ten inches", if you see what I mean. It's very cute.
Bookcase. I've yet to put this up. That was supposed to be my job for today but... well... I didn't get round to it. I was too busy on the Gamecube.
From my dad:Otter Figurines. Yes, there were two otters in the one piece. One's lying down and the other's on it's hind-legs, looking distinctly like a Meerkat. Actually, they both look really quite different to the otter my mum got me - I suspect her one is of a river otter and these ones are sea otters. Or something.
Leather Coat. This took me completely by surprise, not least because he can't afford to buy things like that for me. You know, it's a strange thing: I can take anything from a Medium to an Extra Large in clothes. The coat was an Extra Large and it's just about right - any smaller and it certainly wouldn't have fitted...
...but one of the gifts
from my aunt, uncle and two cousins (including the one that tonked me at Monopoly... and also at Mario Kart later on) was:
A Liverpool Shirt. And it was a Medium. And it fits perfectly. For the first time ever I'll have the up-to-date kit offering for more than half of the season. I'm one of those people that supports from afar, I guess, so I've never gone out to buy the new shirt right at the start of the season. In fact, I'm twenty-six now and I've only ever had three Liverpool shirts, including this new one. Shite, aren't I?
The Simpsons Biscuits. I've not tried them yet but I shall certainly be breaking into the tin in the near future.
From my friend Adrian:Troy. That's the DVD rather than the place, which is handy because I'm not sure I'd be too good at looking after a whole city just at the moment. I imagine it'd be like taking care of a really, really, really,
really big dog that adores going for walks and has a tendancy to chew shoes, newspapers, sofas, fridges televisions, etc.
From my MD:Champagne. Unopened so far. My dad brought some round for Christmas Day and insisted that we have that one because, he said, "It's really expensive." "It's French.", he added as if to prove it's authenticity and highlight its lavishness. That amused me.
Lindt Chocolate Truffles. Mmmmm... nice.
And I think that just about does it. If Santa gets home and realises he's still got something of mine in his sack - God, that sounds dodgy! Or is that just my filthy mind? - and swings by to drop it off anytime soon, I'll let you know. And if anyone sees Santa would you mind letting him know that there'll be no hard feelings if he
has accidentally missed one. Thanks.
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