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1. Bloglanders! It has struck me that The Perfect Christmas/Birthday/Whatever Present for just about every single person I know is a homemade hand-knitted pair of socks.
Yes.
You know it makes sense. Who would be foolish enough to not jump for joy when given a proper pair of socks? Personally, I would kill for one, but I have a grandmother firmly determined to keep me on the right side of the law, and she is knitting as I type. Of course I can’t knit, but I’m writing it down as part of my personal development plan for 2006. In the meantime, I’ll just buy people craptrinkets and books as usual.

2. I wonder if little Francis, alone in her glass cubicle in Battersea Dogs and cats home, is counting the days too. Probably not, because she’s only a kitten and she hasn’t learnt to count yet, but if she had she would know that we shall be picking her up on Saturday morning, and that is three days from now, and I cannot wait. On Thursday night J and I have got a date to make her a little house out to hide in of a cardboard box. Yay!

3. Next time, people of blogland, we'll broach the topic of long nails in lesbian porn flicks, but first I need a drink.