Today was the annual Christmas biker meet-up at a local motorbike dealer. I went along with my Dad as usual. The band was pretty good this year (though loud) and the free food wasn’t bad either, though sadly they got rid of the waffles. And unlike last year, it at least didn’t rain.
The postman brought me a parcel today, which contained a Christmas pudding I’d ordered on the internet. When I opened the parcel, I noticed that my Christmas pudding had been made by Tiptree, the distinguished maker of jams and preserves that inspired Alice B. Sheldon to choose her pen name, James Tiptree Jr. I got a kick out of that. And then I had to explain to my Mom, why the brand of the Christmas pudding amused me so much.
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