25th December, 2013It was the 25th of December, and you know what that meant? That’s right, coming up with excuses not to spend it with the family. Bob and I had spent the whole of Christmas Eve and the following morning coming up with great big whoppers of excuses. ‘Dog died’, ‘got severe case of the runs’, ‘my love daddy has handcuffed me to the bed’, ‘I’ve just been saved by Jesus and have gone to the Congo to save their souls’ etc… In the end Bob told his family he was busy and I told my family I couldn’t leave Bob alone—because he was suicidal ever since his pet tarantula copped it in an accident involving my size 12 shoe. What was it doing out of its tank?
So, we were self-invited to some of the players’ houses to see how they spent their Christmases. First up was Bombalbo. His hous
