Day 7 18 SLEEPS UNTIL CHRISTMAS DAY – George’s Blog

Day 7 18 SLEEPS UNTIL CHRISTMAS DAY

GEORGE AGED 2 BLOG – AND THE TIGER WHO CAME TO TEA

 jeanniejeanniejeannie.co.uk BLOG 7th December 2018

Hi, welcome to my world. Won’t you come on in?

 

Yes, it really is George who is aged two and a half now. Do you remember me? It’s been a long time. But we won’t go into that. Cousin Ewan bored you with some of that last week.

 

That’s been almost two months, I am ashamed to say. That is a long, long time in anyone’s life especially someone who is only two and a half years old. The world has moved on except for Brexit, that’s still going on.

 

But I’ll be the first to say it’s Grandad’s fault. You just can’t get reliable grandparents these days. He’s been working on other projects. How very dare he? Tell me in the normal grandparents life what could be more important than their grandchildren? Obviously not the case with my Grandad.

 

You won’t believe the life experiences I’ve had in these last two months. Millions and zillions. Enough to fill the Encyclopaedia Britannica, or so Grandad writes. I’ve never heard of it. But it has to be ginormous if it can hold details of all my life experiences in the last two months.

 

With all the life experiences I have experienced I cannot see that there is much more to experience in life, so I can just lay back and enjoy life now and just take it as it comes.

 

I have been doing a lot of life experiencing with Cousin Ewan as he said in his Blog. Like going on holiday to the Lake District with him, celebrating Halloween with him playing hide and seek with him, doing a boat trip and even not going to see “The Nativity” at the theatre with him.

 

The last one, ‘not going to see “The Nativity” at the theatre with him’ is a strange one. Although we were both in the same boat and were not ALLOWED to go to the theatre with Sister Freya and Cousin Rory, we were home alone miles apart at each of our own houses with our respective fathers. But we were spiritually together. We were brought together with the unity of being the cruel victims of ageism. We were not allowed to go to the theatre because we were too young.

 

On one hand it was good. Me and Cousin Ewan had a superb bonding period with our Dads, man to man. We shared a couple of cans on the sofa in front of the box and watched a bit of footie. We made sure we watched “FOOTBALL!” too and not the stupid “Nativity” video.

 

Ok, calm down all you child protection folk I didn’t have a can really it’s just a colloquialism for a cup of milk but it just sounds cosier.

 

The play was at the Theatre Royal, Nottingham. I’ve seen the film millions of times so why would I want to see the play? So the girls went, but they are quite gullible. Rory went, too, you can’t blame him if it’s on offer and it means you get a night out with Mamma and Grandad, a ride on a tram and to stay up three hours later. It has to be a no brainer for Rory. The only questionable person to go was Grandad.

 

The trouble with Grandad is he has no life of his own. If Mamma tells him to jump he says “I don’t know that I can with these knees.” But he jumps anyway, to please Mamma and then spends the next two months complaining about his knees and about why he should not have jumped. You get my drift?

 

Anyway, it was not the only ageism situation over the last two months. My life and Cousin Ewan’s life is filled with ageism. But I’m man enough to leave the bitching there.

 

Or maybe not. Because we’d been away from the Blog for so long and because we’d done so much together I thought it would be a good opportunity for me and Cousin Ewan to blog together. We’ve not done that for some time. We work good together like all the top double acts: Morecambe and Wise (who none of my generation have heard of) Sarah and Duck, Dec and Holly and Peppa and George

 

But, no, we were barred, ending up blogging by ourselves, Billy No Mates like Donald Trump.

 

I think the reason is Grandad was so scarred that if we got together we’d write a powerful piece about ageism and get the world all excited about our cause.

 

Another issue I’ve got is nursery. I have two Big Issues about nursery. One is I get to fancy a helper and invest time building up a relationship with her and then she goes. What Mum and Dad don’t realise is me having lost my sweetheart means I am heartbroken and cannot face going to nursery and not seeing her happy smiling face. It hurts so much.  It cuts me up.

 

Suffering from a broken heart is no joke. The other week I just couldn’t face it so you’ve heard of fake news, I faked illness. Mum had to whisk me out of nursery and send me to Mamma and Grandad’s to babysit them for the day. What a bonus that was. I convinced nursery about the illness with a high temperature.

 

To this day I don’t know how I pulled that off. I think I probably sat too close to the radiator.

 

The second issue is why am I still at nursery? I’m apparently too young for Pre-school. You see ageism is rife in  a society which is rotten to the core.

 

Cousin Ewan is at pr-school. It is not fair because he considers I am a baby as I am still at nursery. I am so not. When was the last time I was fed with a bottle?

 

Do you love doing jigsaws? I do. To me it is a real escapism and takes my mind off lost loves at nursery and why I have not progressed to pre-school. I have a sense of achievement too, when I have completed one.

 

They are like books but you have to be more pro-active.

 

With a book you turn the page and look at the pictures. If you have a really good book there may be a flap to lift. Some books have words. But they are pointless for me. I need an adult to read them. I do feel Grandad doesn’t/can’t read them and just makes it up as he goes along. Some books that Mum and Auntie JuJu read have only words the publishers have forgotten to put the pictures in them. Knowing my Mum is a Scrooge and cheapskate, she will have bought the book cheap because due to the mistake of no pictures the publisher has had to sell them at a reduced price.

 

With a jigsaw you still get a story behind the picture but you are given lots to do with a great sense of achievement at the end.

 

My favourite is The Tiger Who Came To Tea jigsaw and book.

 

I would so love a tiger to come to our house for tea, even if it meant he ate all our food. It would be worth it. Anyway it would be fantastic because Dad would have to take us to McDonalds as we had no food.

 

Actually, our taps did run out of water. The same way Sophie’s taps do when the tiger drinks all the water. But the tiger did not drink all ours. Well, I don’t think he did. He could have come in the night whilst I was sleeping. But he would be too late for tea.

 

I hate going to sleep. You don’t know what you are missing whilst you are asleep. Now I’ve gone and missed the tiger visiting.

 

I make loads of wishes for The Tiger to actually come to my house For Tea. Every time there is a knock I run to the door but it is always the Amazon delivery man with a parcel, or the Tesco man with loads of goodies in our order, or the plumber come to fix the water. Disappointingly, it is never, ever the tiger,

 

Just a minute… what was that? A knock at the door. Maybe this time he’ll be there.

 

Sorry got to dash.

 

Bye Bye, George.

 

PS Or it could be Santa. I’ve not even mentioned him and it is 7th December, full-on Santa Season.

 

INSPIRATIONAL CHRISTMAS QUOTE FOR THE DAY

If kisses were snowflakes I’d send you a blizzard

CHILDREN’S CHRISTMAS PICTURE BOOK

  1. Pop-Up Book ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore and Gaia Bordicchia
  2. Snowflakes – Cerrie Burnell

CHILDREN’S CHRISTMAS BOOK For 5+ READERS

A Boy Called Christmas – Matt Haig& Chris Mould

CHRISTMAS NOVELS

Christmas: A Biography by Judith Flanders (Author)

A RADIO TIMES CHRISTMAS COVER

 

1940

CHILDREN’S ANNUAL

Official L.O.L. Surprise: 2019 Edition (Annual 2019)

CHRISTMAS CAROL

Joy To The World

CHRISTMAS FILM

Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

HAPPINESS AT CHRISTMAS IS…

Happiness at Christmas is… seeing mommy kissing Santa Clause

IT’S GRANDAD’S CHRISTMAS CRACKER JOKE OF THE DAY

What did Santa say to the smoker?  Please don’t smoke, it’s bad for my elf!

AT CHRISTMAS LOVE IS…

At Christmas Love is… a Christmas gift

CHRISTMAS TRACK OF THE DAY

Christmas Time (Don’t Let The Bells End) –  Darkness

Highest Chart Position: No.2 27th December 2003

A CHRISTMAS ALBUM

Merry Christmas II you – Mariah Carey

WHAT DAY IS IT?

Friday 7th December 2018-12-04

Bartender Appreciation Day

International Civil Aviation Day

Cotton Candy Day

Pearl Harbour Remembrance Day

 

 

 

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