|Eileen, Emily, Dougie, George and Rory|
This year we were joined by my mother who had come down from Newcastle to stay with us for Christmas, so there was even more opportunity for some excellent blog fodder. Mum's texting prowess was the first thing to cause hilarity as she realised what she had written in a message to her niece on Christmas Eve, telling her all about her day and the bad weather:
...It's lovely to be here at Trish's. Been having gin and tonic. Peed all day....
Even dear old Emily, Dougie's mother, caused us to snort on Christmas Day whilst watching the Strictly Come Dancing Christmas Special:
"Sheila Hancock dances beautifully, doesn't she? Wasn't she married to that chap, Frost?"
"No, Emily, he was called Thaw!"
|The Big Cracker!|
This year, unfortunately, was no different. George had forgotten what syllables were, confusing them with letters, and yet again, insisted on finding props. He disappeared into another room for one charade, gathered up a Davy Crockett style hat (a present from us), a bag for table tennis bats (another present) and a thin log from the fireplace then proceeded to charge into the living room, brandishing the piece of wood and using the bag as a shield, for his quite spectacular version of Gladiator. As we had given up on believing how many words or syllables were in each title (who knew that the word 'desperate' has one syllable), George found it easier to mime 'the whole thing' and it took some time before his charade of walking around with his head held high whilst simultaneously pretending to paint the walls, was found to be The Talented Mr Ripley. "Why were you painting?" I asked afterwards. "I'm talented," was his reply. Fair enough.
But this year I think the prize for the best charade must go to my mum who started to mouth obscenities and pretend to throw things around like a demented Mrs Brown. We eventually worked out it was 'Gordon Ramsey'. She had insisted it was a TV programme but we said the drawing next to the clue was a spotlight, indicating it was a celebrity's name. "A spotlight?!" she queried, "I thought it was a ham shank."
|Me and my lovely mum|