So here it is… And here am I. In Nicaragua. No snow, frost or ice. No carols. No wooly jumpers and winter coats; and for the first time in 32 years, no stocking hung on my bed.
I could write at length about how I’m feeling today, but I think it’s best to leave it short. You get the idea.
Merry Christmas Mum and Dad. I miss you every single day.
Merry Christmas Lindsay and James. I miss you on the odd occasion…
Merry Christmas to Pete and the gang…everyone back home in Glasgow. I miss you guys too.
Old and new friends, people who have made this story worth every word, and people who have stuck by through all my previous adventures; you know who you are; Merry Christmas to you all.
Christmas
So here it is… And here am I. In Nicaragua. No snow, frost or ice. No carols. No wooly jumpers and winter coats; and for the first time in 32 years, no stocking hung on my bed.
I could write at length about how I’m feeling today, but I think it’s best to leave it short. You get the idea.
Merry Christmas Mum and Dad. I miss you every single day.
Merry Christmas Lindsay and James. I miss you on the odd occasion…
Merry Christmas to Pete and the gang…everyone back home in Glasgow. I miss you guys too.
Old and new friends, people who have made this story worth every word, and people who have stuck by through all my previous adventures; you know who you are; Merry Christmas to you all.
Except for you Murray. I hate you.
Snuggles.