Monday, December 31, 2018
On the seventh day of Chrimbo…
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
A Hannigan's Truss Boutique patented "Discreeto" portable, wearable commode.
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Mysterious world,
Xmas
Sunday, December 30, 2018
On the sixth day of Chrimbo…
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
A reminder of two more who passed from us in 2018. As if this year wasn't shitty enough.
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Nice things,
safe havens of tranquility,
Xmas
Saturday, December 29, 2018
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Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Monday, December 24, 2018
Christmas trifles
"The Met Office has issued a Yellow Warning for fog," I explained to the cat. "The bearded chap might not be able to come tonight." It's an attempt to let her down gently. I haven't the heart to tell her that James Robertson Justice is dead.
Sister Conchita Ignatia, late of the Sisters of the Aggressively Virginal, called round for her Christmas box. I was down for the count after two minutes. It took a good dose of the sal volatile before I was in any state to face the carol singers.
Have a cool Yule.
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Xmas
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