24/12/2019. The excitement is mounting & so is the stress! Nothing but excitement in my bubble though!
Dead birds all over the land are being stuffed up the rear end with tasty & tempting bread crumbs, onion, potato, rosemary, sage, salt & pepper. Yum!
I have a wardrobe full of gifts to wrap. For my neighbour Sinead, as she was dreading the task. For me, gift-wrapping is always a pleasure. My Mama used to do it like a pro, for she had been a pro as a teenager, employed to wrap parcels old schooool…before the onset of poxy plastic bags…in her Daddy’s store, a wholesalers’. We were taught to wrap as such & I put as much pride, precision & perfection into it as my daughter now does. Be trying not to miss her too much in her absence this Christmas. At least she’s alive & well! And I’m otherwise well engaged. So many gigs a coming over the holidays! Happy Holly Daze!
25/12/2019. Faith! Wake up! Santa has arrived! God dammit, only midday…such a ruddy rude awakening! Santa Claus was indeed downstairs, handing out the booty to all & sundry. He didn’t disappoint with Butler’s chocolates & a gift box of goodies pour moi. Nom nom!
Christmas dinner was bloody early too…one o’clock, fuck! No time at all to work up an appetite for the Christmas spread. Scoffed my meal with gusto all the same, stuffed dead bird included. Our dining room was jam-packed like I’ve never seen it, this being my first Silly Season spent in The Salvation Army.
26/12/2019. Another day’s holiday. The plan was to head out on the town tonight for a Techno & Buckfast special with Sinead but that wasn’t to be. Poor Sinead was dying a death…bloody flu! So I ended up having an impromptu night of drinking & drugging with my London lover…glugging gin like it was 7Up, hic!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 