Party time

Sorry I'm late for the party, I had transport problems.

It seems that the party was beset by problems, and there were only die hard party goers there (you know who you are), but I'm here now, and am delighted that there is still some food left.  Mum your pasta was still yummy.  Azza thoughtfully put it in the fridge, so I could partake when I arrived.

Great choice of music, Mum!  I felt like I had stepped back into the seventies when I got to the party and heard the gorgeous Marc Bolan, although that could have been the fact that Azza's flares were flapping away as she was dancing.  An amazing site to behold ...

I didn't bring any food, but I brought the pink champagne, complete with these lovely little edible stars, that add a touch of elegance, I feel.

And I brought a sort of a decoration.  It's a plant, and it has a story.  It's called an 'aunty Gina plant', and I'll tell you why.  Are you comfortable?  Then I'll begin....

Long ago, in days of yore, an old lady died.  She had never married, and was childless, although rumour has it that she had had her moments, if you see what I mean (that's probably a different story).  She did have an extensive immediate family, however, and all her brothers and sisters (I forget how many of them there were, but there were a lot of them) came to clear out her house.   One of them, (we'll call her Phyllis) found a beautiful plant, which, legend has it, was enormous, and she took it home to divide for her children (the old lady's nieces and nephew).  Are you still with me?  Well, to this day, this plant is known as 'Aunty Gina', and all over the land, there are little 'aunty ginas' which are still going strong.  Aunty Gina may not have had children, but her memory lives on.  And where are these Aunty Gina plants now I hear you ask?  Well, here's one:

We can put it on the table, but I have to have it back, because you see, I am one of Aunty Gina's nieces, and Phyllis is my mother.  Bet you didn't see that one coming....

On to presents now.  I would like to give everyone who came to the party (that's you , Mum) one of these Guardian angels:

 She'll watch over you, I'm sure.

I tried your anagrams, Mum, but was quite rubbish at them actually.  The only one I could get was Jingle Bells.  I think there's one called 'the snowman story', but as I've never heard that song, I suspect I may have made it up.  As for your Christmas Cracker joke, well, I won't go for the obvious answer, I think the difference between snowmen and snowwomen (?) is far more deep than that.  It probably has something to do with melting time, because, well, let's face it, we all know that women have far more staying power than men....

So, I'll leave you with more music, because I know you'll be dying to know what the DJ is playing next.  It's another classic.  Sit back and enjoy this:

Mery Christmas and A Happy New Year.