Rockin' around the Christmas Tree...

Tis the season and all that. We are in the midst of illuminated village tours. Which means most evenings we have coachloads of between 50 and 60 hungry 60+ year olds stopping in the restaurant to gobble up a plate of hot food and spend most of their allotted hour queuing for the toilet. Why they don't use the luxury facilities on-board their superduper fancy coaches I don't know..but hey, who are we to argue? They arrive, race for the loos (jumble sale argy-bargy has NOTHING on French pensioners who need the loo), bagsy seats next to their mates in the restaurant, eat hot food quicker than you would think possible, drink lashings of cider and red wine, dash to the loo again then leave - taking everything in their sight with them. Like bloody locusts they are. We quickly learnt not to leave around anything of value - whether that be pens, cigarettes, postcards or teaspoons. If it is on display it must be free. But we love 'em really. They are all great old granny and grandads. If only all oldies could be as merry and jolly as them.