A NEW CLAUSE.
I'm
so hacked off. Just a fortnight before Xmas, my dear husband
announced that he and that botoxed Elvina were heading off to a
bright and better future where there was a bit of sand, sunshine and
loadsafun assured.
'Why
don't you go after the 25th' ? I asked. 'Then, at least
the little children won't be disappointed.'
Obviously tickled, he ho -hoed a bit then said, 'You've been a stay at home
wifie for the last two centuries, but in case you haven't noticed,
the times they are a changing.' He broke into a tuneless rendering of
some sad old song I never did like. 'No, this is the age of gender
equality. It'll give you an excellent opportunity to join part of a
wonderful hardworking workforce.' He thought for a moment, then
added. 'Pity about Rudolph tho.' He'll be off to get some cosmetic
surgery. Something to do with his nose and antler relocation. Still,
the others will be happy to pull together. Ho Ho.' And then he was
off with a spring in his step, I last saw when we tied the knot- a
clove-hitch as I remember and certainly know what bit of that's
lasted.
Anyway,
I thought I'd better go and consult the elves. See how they were
doing without Elvina.
'She
was never the same after she became a shop steward,' one explained, '
and I'd have taken her place but I'll be off on maternity leave next
week . Actually,' she thought for a moment before adding, 'I'm due TOIL, so I
should be off now.'.' And with that, she waddled off, muttering, ' Damm-
this bloomin' tummy's hell with these tights tights. I'd be better
with wings but the angels aren't for sharing.'
'Never
mind wings, ' I cried, ' what about the other elves?'
'We've
been pretty busy this year,' came a chorus. 'So many meetings about
time saving methods, and filling in disclosure documents, legal
documents and so forth, there's been no time left to make
anything.'
'Well
I've been left to sort out Santa's jobsworth, ' I cried and went to
complain to the reindeers lining up at Lapland's food bank.
'We're
so scared we lose our place in this queue, we're not going anywhere
this year,' Dasher said.
I
stomped home. Had a straight gin, phoned the Claus helpline and what
should I get but my own ansaphone voice apparently saying, 'Hello
Boys and Girls. Xmas is just around the corner,.'
Well I had to
delete all that happiness promises and got the idea from a recent
energy website. After giving the Santa-line email address, I put on
the message. 'Thankyou for contacting us. We are working hard to
respond but have higher than usual volume at the moment. Please be
assured we will reply as soon as we can. (Probably after Xmas).
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