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Current Mood: amused

Sickness and exhaustion in the house make this a rather more dull Christmas message than I would like but still...

To You.

Thank you for being in my life.

Next year, I hope to send cards, proper like.

For now, I wish you a peaceful and merry Christmas, followed by a fantastic New Year.

Love

Debbie

Don`t steal, the government hates competition.

Tags: thought for the day

I have just ordered my wedding dress :)

www.thedarkangel.co.uk/catalogue3.php

(Image linked rather than shown because the fecking site won't let me copy it)

Tags: wedding

How is it that many places on this planet of ours can operate perfectly well in three or four feet of snow and yet under six inches leads to insane transport chaos in this bloody country? Why do we have trains that short out in snow? Why? Don't other countries nearer the Arctic Circle have electric trains?

Four and a half hours to get home!

Tags: brits in incapacity shocker, snow

OK, fast approaching final edit. And then? I will worry about that when I come to it.

Meanwhile, at last it is beginning to feel like a special time. Another visit to a beautiful cottage, this time in Cambridge, with fields beyond and a night so dark and icy, we didn't even stop to gaze at the stars; inside waited pickettywitch, justicefallen, the every wondrous tadeous and other merry makers. There was mulled wine, Captain Nemo and several werewolves, there was a truly magical present waiting for me...what a lovely night!

I forgot to mention that recently larians and myself went to Rupert Goold's production of Turandot at the ENO. This was an awesome if ghoulish, rendition. Fantasy Orient became a bit Ravenloft, ruled by an Eastern Artemis who, at the opening of the opera, has slaughtered 30 suitors for failing to answer her riddles. Heads and cadavers wait in the kitchen of what appears to be a Chinese restaurant peopled by Elvis impersonators, golfers and Marilyn Manson. larians chuckled. 'This is Hell!' He said, caught up in the sheer grotesquerie, contrasted with which, the music was even sweeter.

Only fly in the ointment was the introduction of an unnecessary character, the writer. Pain in the bum, a case of trying too hard. Goold was fortunate that everything else was so exceptional. Similar to Rigoletto, I would be afraid to see another production in case it isn't as good. Absolutely inspiring.

Due to being an obsessive monomaniac whose life comprises of one tunnel vision after another, I have not got a single chum's address. Nada. Rien. It's not that chums have been remiss, indeed, beautiful caffeine_fairy I am certain I got an email from you recently but I appear to have lost it, along with my keys, passport, work diary and mind.

The questions are many; Why am I of no use at all? What the heaving hell is actually wrong with me? I would like to blame it on drugs/alcohol/bad parenting but I was like this when the only dubious influence on our generation was Ribena.

It's the boooooooook. I am obsessed. I haven't even started properly editing yet, just chewing round the edges at it. I have to face the fact that it may not be any good at all, and I could be wasting my time. No, enough, I am putting the damn thing away. I will start again next week. Or tomorrow.

If you would like a proper card from me, I would love to send you one, so please take pity and send me your address by private email. If you're OK with whatever, I will send you an e-card.

The love's the same be the card real or virtual, and remember; Yes, I am an idiot, but I am your idiot.

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