no silver cigarette case, you see
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incandescensLovely day.
Presents (given) enjoyed by rest of family. Presents (received) greatly appreciated.
Though what I'm still snorting over is that after agreeing on a maximum-of-£20 on presents, every single person went and broke said rule. I feel rather less guilty about doing it now that I find that everyone else did it too. Though given the extent to which my sister broke it, I'm a touch annoyed -- I'd have bought her something nicer than I did if I'd felt I had the license to break it that thoroughly.
Oh well, next year we may do better.
Thank you, summerqueen, for the books, which I look forward to sledding through; thank you, copperbird, for the Vesuvius Club, which I have devoured; thank you, solaas, for the music and graphic novel, which I intend to play/read as appropriate. ;)
Very lazy day. Attended service at Winchester Cathedral in the morning (when you're that close, why not?) and then had roast goose for lunch. Did my bit later by organising/doing dishes. Too much alcohol was involved -- I don't usually fall asleep like that all afternoon -- but I can't really say I objected or that I object or that I will object or that -- hm, perhaps I shouldn't have had that extra glass of wine.
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I awoke to find myself fully dressed and on top of the bed, surrounded by a litter of files on the missing Poop and the late Professors Sash and Verdigris. I must have drifted off in either a haze of data or a haze of hashish, I really cannot recall.
I was about to call for my man Poplar when I remembered that he had taken a bullet in the back three weeks before on the southbound platform of a Serbian railway station (no silver cigarette case, you see). I sighed hugely. I'd certainly miss old Poplar and his passing left me in the unfortunate position of requiring a new manservant. Taking a small propelling pencil from my waistcoat pocket, I scribbled the words "Get Help" on my shirt cuff as an aide memoir. It was to be hoped that my laundress would not interpret this as the desperate plea of a kidnapped heiress hidden amongst my evening clothes.
-- The Vesuvius Club, Mark Gatiss
Presents (given) enjoyed by rest of family. Presents (received) greatly appreciated.
Though what I'm still snorting over is that after agreeing on a maximum-of-£20 on presents, every single person went and broke said rule. I feel rather less guilty about doing it now that I find that everyone else did it too. Though given the extent to which my sister broke it, I'm a touch annoyed -- I'd have bought her something nicer than I did if I'd felt I had the license to break it that thoroughly.
Oh well, next year we may do better.
Thank you, summerqueen, for the books, which I look forward to sledding through; thank you, copperbird, for the Vesuvius Club, which I have devoured; thank you, solaas, for the music and graphic novel, which I intend to play/read as appropriate. ;)
Very lazy day. Attended service at Winchester Cathedral in the morning (when you're that close, why not?) and then had roast goose for lunch. Did my bit later by organising/doing dishes. Too much alcohol was involved -- I don't usually fall asleep like that all afternoon -- but I can't really say I objected or that I object or that I will object or that -- hm, perhaps I shouldn't have had that extra glass of wine.
---
I awoke to find myself fully dressed and on top of the bed, surrounded by a litter of files on the missing Poop and the late Professors Sash and Verdigris. I must have drifted off in either a haze of data or a haze of hashish, I really cannot recall.
I was about to call for my man Poplar when I remembered that he had taken a bullet in the back three weeks before on the southbound platform of a Serbian railway station (no silver cigarette case, you see). I sighed hugely. I'd certainly miss old Poplar and his passing left me in the unfortunate position of requiring a new manservant. Taking a small propelling pencil from my waistcoat pocket, I scribbled the words "Get Help" on my shirt cuff as an aide memoir. It was to be hoped that my laundress would not interpret this as the desperate plea of a kidnapped heiress hidden amongst my evening clothes.
-- The Vesuvius Club, Mark Gatiss
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Date: 2004-12-26 04:49 am (UTC)*laughing*
Happy holiday. :D
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Date: 2004-12-26 03:16 pm (UTC)