Christmas Eve 10.43 a.m.
I used to dread these holidays from about August, so things aren't as bad as they used to be. These holidays are when I have to give up doing anything I enjoy and am forced to do things that I know I will not enjoy, which is why I have been usually dreading them for months.
Last year I had the perfect Christmas. I managed to be on my own and had a wonderful day! I ate fresh bread and made a nice pot of soup. Sometimes I felt like singing.
We're having Christmas in the flat for the first time ever this year. This might be a good time to get carted off to the looney bin. I wish there was a heater in my hut. And a camp bed.
I can't stop thinking about the Holy Isle and what it might be like going there. It's going to be pure hell if I haven't wrestled the Nicotine Dragon to the ground beforehand, at least for the first week. My latest plan is to start it off the day after Boxing Day. I should be able to say to folk that I'm going to the Holy Isle on the third and why don't they leave me the fung alone. A three day fast. That would be perfect. No New Year. Stay in. Tell the flatheids to fung off.
'You're caught in a vicious circle, surrounded by your so called friends'. The inimitable Lou.
3 comments:
I say!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Good to see that you are full of the Christmas cheer.
MM III
On the bright side, a flatheided Xmas will accentuate the holy isle experience. It all balances up.
I'm having a very quiet day with my husband working and me doing dishes.
I don't celebrate even slightly. Sorry you are stuck in the middle of it.
I hope you can get the dragon down before you go. You'll be within sight of me on a clear day. (not that we've had one of those lately)
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