Every year the wife and I alternate spending Christmas between my family and hers. Unfortunately it’s not really a fair exchange as my family live in London — The Greatest City In The World – while hers are in a small, rural North Carolina town that isn’t so much in the middle of nowhere, more like the remote outskirts of nowhere. You know those movies where the hip and sophisticated couple from the big city get stranded in some nothing-happening small town where they don’t have a Starbucks and have never heard of Sushi but learn important life lessons about the honest values of simple country folk? Well, it’s a bit like that except the only lesson we’ll probably be learning is that Barack Obama is a Muslim socialist out to destroy America.

But, apart from the whiff of right-wing craziness, they’re nice people and I’m looking forward to going because the great thing about being somewhere where there’s nothing to do is, well, doing nothing. I’ve had at stressful time at work lately and a week spent just sitting back in their Laz-y-Boy recliner and reading books, watching movies, doing a bit of writing, and taking lots of naps will be better than Zen meditation for clearing my head of all the bullshit. If we can avoid talking politics it should be a very nice week, especially if the wife’s black-sheep-of-the-family cousin shows up with some of his homemade moonshine.

I won’t be back until the New Year so have a good holiday everyone, hope Father Christmas brings you everything you want.

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