Highlights from ERIC ERIC’S CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR JOURNAL

Monday

Today our tatting group had its Christmas party. As a rule, I do not enjoy things like party hats and ‘Secretive Santa’. I’m sorry to say that Mrs. Sweet disgraced herself with the sherry, and had to be taken home by taxi.

Tuesday

It is Christmas Eve Eve, and since I do not intend to go out to the shops tomorrow because there will be too many people – there is always too many people, but tomorrow it will be worse – I did my shopping today. I pushed the boat out and spent a bit more on wine than usual. I will be fascinated to see what you get for £4.25 a bottle. I have spent quite a bit of money today, having also splashed out on a turkey crown, but I am of the opinion that you only live once, and do not believe in the transmigration of souls.

Thursday

I awoke very early, in plenty of time to catch sight of Father Christmas, but he did not show, as usual. I think I will never get that Scalextric unless I buy it myself. The children did not telephone, as usual. That is what happens when you do not give them your number. I am in bed early, listening to the wireless, as usual.

Saturday

Had a bath, and put on clean underwear and pyjamas. I think on the 4th day one should. I could smell myself.

Monday

I went out for a walk today. It was not for exercise. I had run out of milk.

Wednesday

It is New Year’s Eve, a day that many people get excited about. I have never understood why. But I have dim recollections of once having fallen in love at a New Year’s Eve party many, many years ago, and of embarking on a relationship with a student nurse that lasted almost until the end of January. That’s a memory not really worth bothering with. There are lots more where that came from.

Thursday

It is 2026, a new year. But I have looked out of the window and everything looks the same. Cold and grey, with pigeons on the windowsill. I have written a poem to mark the occasion:

          HAPPY NEW YEAR

          Cold and grey
          with pigeons

          on the windowsill

          Grey and cold
          with more pigeons

          Grey and
          cold and
          grey and pigeons
          and pigeons

 

 

 

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Eric Eric
(poet & pioneer)

 

 

 

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