WELL, Philip White Freight Towers
was the scene of an impressively calm and low-key Christmas day. Which after
the full-bore nature of recent months was precisely what common sense dictated.
So from this point of serenity may I wish you one and all, the merriest of
festive seasons. And, to quote the tipsy bloke who wandered past our window
yesterday night in a happy, shouty mood, "Happy Birthday Jesus,
mate".
A modern Christmas is on one hand a
celebration with its roots in idolatry both pagan and Christian. On another,
it's the totem around which families traditionally gather, for a few days of
psychological ferment and/or warm togetherness. Accordingly, we're off to Leigh
on Sea later today, for a gathering of the PWF clan. Based as we are in Dorset
this will involve passing both Bluewater and Lakeside shopping mega-malls,
which reminds me that Christmas is also home to Boxing Day (and onwards) sales.
Which brings me to you, chers Alpiniards...
…because, should a sale either real
or online locate the sofa of your dreams, bathroom suite of your deepest
desires or any of the myriad and often astounding objets that wing their way to
the Alps under our care, let it be known that a couple of PWF services will be
available during January to relocate them to chez vous. Our Dorset warehouse
stands ready to receive, or indeed we can operate a door-door kinda service.
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