Festive?

1. I never thought that one day I’d post pictures of kittens on this blog – or on any other- but what can I say, bloglanders, I go overwhelmed by a tidal wave of feline cuteness. Sorry about that. I’ll try to curb it from now on, or you might get cavities, and it’ll all be my fault.

2. People of blogland, I’m on holiday and a day earlier than planned, too. Yay! Earlier I couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing; J, who knows me better than if he had knitted me, thinks it’s probably bad, since I’ll have more time to fret over the fact that I’m not enjoying my time off as much as I should, and I only have a week left, and I better start enjoying I right now, etc, and, he’s right. I’m hoping to take lessons in chilling from our new feline recruit. She can fall asleep across a row of hangers in the pantry, you know.

3. In my pre-holiday zen, some things still manage to make me want to pull out my nose hair and scream: at a play based on a Jane Austen novel a few days ago I was asked if ‘the language wasn’t too difficult for me’. A few hundred (possibly arrogant) retorts flashed through my mind but I just smiled sweetly. Where did she think I learned English from, fortune cookies? Ah well. I know; it doesn’t matter.

4. Presents. Presents. Problem. So far, I have purchased one (1) item, for my mother, and returned to the shop to buy the exact same thing for myself. I am aware of how wrong this is, especially from a psychoanalytical/financial/organisational point of view. I have three hundred different ideas for my Special lady Friend, 297 of which I cannot afford.
J will probably get Lego.