It’s not that I don’t care about this ‘ere blog, Gentle Readers. It’s just that I have been Quite Busy. (Hi! I’m Quite Busy! Call me Quite!)
Item – Christmahanukwanzaa. We go to the In-Laws tomorrow. The area of the country where the In-Laws dwell is prone to floods. It has been raining in a Noah’s Ark sort of way here in Blighty. I… I have a bad feeling about this…
Item – Therefore, Festive Gift-Shopping. We have done rather well this year, though H keeps saying we bought too much chocolate (H, no we did not. Shut up). Nevertheless, it needed doing, and in evenings and so forth, which interferes with blogging.
Item – Number of surprise pregnancy announcements at my cousin’s wedding last weekend? Four.
Item – I am less bothered about this than I would’ve been last year. I am getting a good coating of shellack, I think.
Item – I was out last night having a social life. I am out tonight having a social life. Isn’t this wonderful? I’m having fun!
Item – I am in six minds as to whether to take the lap-top with me to the In-Laws and do some blogging there, under the guise of ‘writing my novel’. What do you guys think?
Item – Hugs to my delightful pocket-people, who I treasure with every fibre of my heart.
Hugs, happy holiday wishes, and hopes for no flooding!
I hope you have a delightful visit – free of rain (I was going to say “a dry visit” but how can you have holidays without alcohol?)
Congratulations on the social life! They’re lovely, as long as they’re not overpowering…
Oh! Would it be wrong to encourage the blogging vs the resting? See also adding laptop to other baggage. Hrmm. *Feels conflicted.*
I’ll confine myself to wishing you continued fun – NO floods, and a wonderful holiday. Good holidaying, comrades. And if I feel lonely over the long break, there are always your archives. (Insert brave smile.)
Well, one can, and I will, argue that you would only bring the laptop because of the flooding potential. Just in case you’d get stuck you know?
Just don’t forget to bring the charger too!
Four? FOUR? Well done on the shellac.
Four is cruel and fucking unusual punishment!
I’m torn as to whether it’s Theatre of the Absurd of Theatre of Cruelty. Would you describe the setting as bleak crossroads? Then it’s Beckett. If anyone’s dress and/or penis turned to glass and shattered, though, I’ve got to go Artaud.
There is no such thing as too much chocolate.
Have a very wonderful holiday time and keep on plugging away at that novel. The blogging? We’ll be here when you get back. Comatose from chocolate ingestion, most likely.
Happy Christmas! Take the laptop as at least it will give you an excuse to escape if it all gets too much.
I am selfishly hoping you have taken the laptop with you!
Four pregnancy announcements at one wedding? Wow. I hope that was a really big wedding!
Hope you survived the flood zone!
Sugar has also accused me to buying “too much chocolate.” Quotes because I maintain that syntax has no meaning.