We set off at 8.30 for the Cotswolds, with a travelling Guinea Pig cage, a small car packed to the brim, and a non festive playlist in the car. A fairly straightforward journey, and we arrived late morning. Having enjoyed the delights of a quiet day yesterday, it was soon apparent that this was going to be much louder. We had about 15 round the table, many nieces and nephews assorted pets and family upsets....all in all a typical Christmas gathering,but pleasant nonetheless. We then went out for a long family walk, which ended at my in-laws friends house, where we again, ate and drank and generally made merry. I have realised that I do prefer quieter social occasions, and I can only put this down to my increasing years. The friends had some elderly relatives staying with them, who gave me the distinct impression that they didn't like me. They were rather well spoken, rather blue rinse, and clearly didn't like the fact that their son was spending so much time talking to someone who was referred to as Plug, and who seemed to be involved in The Arts. At the end if the evening, the father asked where we travelled from, and when we told him, he actually said "poor Bedfordshire"! I am increasingly surprised at the level of rudeness displayed by people. They came from Sussex, and have done nothing to improve my perceptions of the place and it's inhabitants.
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