{"id":514,"date":"2004-01-01T13:26:00","date_gmt":"2004-01-01T13:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.adambowie.com\/2004\/01\/a_yuletide_tale\/"},"modified":"2004-01-01T13:26:00","modified_gmt":"2004-01-01T13:26:00","slug":"a_yuletide_tale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.adambowie.com\/blog\/2004\/01\/a_yuletide_tale\/","title":{"rendered":"A Yuletide Tale"},"content":{"rendered":"

A true story about the day before the day before Christmas. Not too many people were going to be in work on Christmas Eve, but I was one of them. However I’d be getting away from work early to head down to Norfolk to visit my parents.
\nSo on the 23rd I happily went along to the pub for a few celebratory drinks with colleagues. I guess I should have known it was going wrong when I was persuading a Scot that he should love Laphroig at gone 11 o’clock.
\nNext thing I know, I’ve maybe said a couple of things I shouldn’t have (not to be repeated here), and I’m on the last train.
\nThe last train goes all the way to Letchworth, and guess where I wake up. The driver has a good laugh as I stumble around Letchworth station. For your information, Letchworth is 34.6 miles from Enfield according to the AA<\/a>. My current pecuniary state means that this is not an option. They carefully lock their waiting rooms at Letchworth so a cold night is endured at the station.
\nI get the first train the next morning, although how it is that I manage to wake at precisely Gordon Hill I don’t know.
\nAt home I do sensible things like transferring damp clothes from the washing machine to the tumble dryer. This is because I have to pack stuff for my Christmas trip home. Do I finish packing at 5.30am? No, I go to bed.
\nI awake at 10.00am. I haven’t packed, and I should have been in work an hour ago. Uh-oh.
\nI don’t go in, and packing takes me until 12.00 when I slope off. Fortunately I have a day’s holiday unused which I check off using the company’s intranet. Not the way to do it.
\nSo kids – alcohol is not big and not clever!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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