This, That & a Bit of the Other (3)

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Posted by alexandraa on Sun 19 Nov 06, 10:45 PM

I need to get my hair cut, meant to do it this weekend but somehow or another its ended up being a busy one. Started in the best way with fulsome frolics the details of which I am forced to keep secret otherwise I'd have to kill you. Mmmm shame I know but if you scroll back through the blogs I suspect you've read it all before. It was good, it was fun. Nothing like a bit of the other to set a smile on my face.

Had a lovely friend over for dinner too and we managed to while away the hours very easily with even the temptation of Hades not dragging us out. I have to admit, despite the fact that I had a well stocked fridge and intended to cook my friendly deviant some delightful concoctions, we succumbed to the temptations of the local Chinese delivery service. Half a duck and several dishes later we slipped self satisfied back to the sofas and set the rest of the world to rights.

I've managed to upset my skin again somehow, too much cleaning you know. I need to get someone in. I wore rubber gloves too but nevertheless my hands and wrists are itchiness personified. I feel like some scabby flea infested dog, can't stop scratching even though I know that's not the way to help the situation. Still, the flat is nice and clean.

I've done the most terrible thing in the world today. Christmas shopping. Oh yes. I stopped Christmas shopping 5 years ago now but seeing as I'll be landing in Colorado on Christmas day I can't honestly turn up empty handed can I? Oh the shocking peer pressure of it all. Ah well, it's the devils deeds but it has to be done. So Oxford Street it was today. I figured BBC Children's TV DVDs were a good bet and unlikely to be had easily over the sea and far away. Plus some other bits and bobs and the ubiquitous Christmas Tree ornament.

It's a traditional USA thing so I'm told to take an ornament as a gift to people you're visiting for Christmas. Selfridges had more unusual things than you can shake a stick at so obviously I never made a decision and shall have to return when I have more patience. Can't be doing with people, I'll have to do an early morning strike attack at some point I think. In and out before anyone else is out of bed. They're a lazy lot in London and don't tend to surface till later in the day.

And the vanilla search? Well its lovely to chat to folk who don't treat me like some kind of idiot brained second rate citizen. I suspect the fact that its not actually that cheap to join the site means you aren't going to get the usual rag tag bag of online fantasists. As ever, we'll see what life brings.

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19 Nov 06, 11:28 PM
Dark_Sex
UK, 2 yrs

alexandraa wrote:
It's a traditional USA thing so I'm told to take an ornament as a gift to people you're visiting for Christmas.

I can't imagine anything worse.

19 Nov 06, 11:56 PM
lucky_1
UK, 3 yrs

Dark_Sex wrote:

alexandraa wrote:
It's a traditional USA thing so I'm told to take an ornament as a gift to people you're visiting for Christmas.

I can't imagine anything worse.

I suppose it depends who the ornament is

The more that pleasure turns into pain, the more inclined I am to stand and take it. Texas 2005

20 Nov 06, 11:38 PM
northernwench
UK, 3 yrs
I spent my eleventh birthday in Philadelphia with my alcoholic mum at her cousins over Christmas time.
When the rest of the family were out at church on Christmas morning my mum sat with a packet of John Players and some vodka outside the french doors in the snow (she wasnt allowed to smoke in the house.)
Bored, I sat on the swing chair hanging from the roof in the front room(a la Emmanuelle)and began to swing to and fro,increasing in distance each time.
At the twentieth SWIIIING the chain dislodged from the ceiling and me and the chair went weeeeeeeeeeee into the television quickly followed by celiling plaster.
So the family that had kindly volunteered to take us for Christmas because I was 'still getting over dad leaving' (well that was mums excuse for the free air travel) came home full of the spirit of God to find my mum, reeking of Smirnoff trying to extract me from the television, where I sat crying covered in plaster dust.
What Im trying to say I suppose, is that whatever present you give them, it can't be worse than that.

There there my dear
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGu_y5TQtSA


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