Tuesday 25th December 2012
‘…and laid Him in a manger for there was no room at the Inn.’
But there was room at the Inn. For Poor Little Rich Gays room was found at the Inn. A suite, in fact, après a Laurent Perrier named canapé reception, carol concert and gourmet 5 course at Mr Teasy Weasy’s magnificent gourmet destination in the country. ‘Nothing to pay,’ they said at reception when I handed in the key. Laura Malcolm was that mother mild, or bird in the suite. You’ve been aching to know. Laura Malcolm was my plus one and suite-sharer for that miraculous evening. ‘Hands off my bird,’ Matt Driver, her ferocious, driving husband texted. ‘It’s even worse,’ I replied.’It’s not a twin. It’s a double.’ ‘That’s what they all say,’ Matt lunged back. ‘Nothing was supposed to happen. We really, really wanted a twin. But they gave us a double.’
What’s more, Angus Willis’s Hastings Tudor House is the Holy Crib.
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I was the virgin mother while you were poor old trusting Joseph, as we slipped primly into our respective sides of the bed
I wasn’t wearing brown sack though. But otherwise it all makes sense. Husband with Virgin wife? – Joseph not up to much presum. Or too busy thinking about shelving. He was a carpenter, I believe. I wonder if he did tiling as well and had to get the tiling module right.