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Barry – Completed – Re-editing
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Mirror Girl
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Emily
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The Alphabet Man – Completed 50k goal – Re-writing new goal 70k
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The Hell Of War – On hold
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I could really do with splitting myself into two... no three... then again four...
... all I want for christmas is my two front teeth, two front teeth, two front teeth...
He will be our guide even unto death.
AARRRGHH!!!Wow it’s been a while since I last placed an entry. Busy month December… yup, it’s that time of month where we all gotta walk around smiling at our family members behind gritted teeth. Uncle what’s his name is pissed again sitting on the bottom of the stairs. Auntie pain in the arse is telling you how crap your Christmas decorations are this year, you know, she knows best, hers are always amazing. Her full house is covered in lights, it’s that bright you think it’s daylight when she switches them on at night.
Granddad his hit the whisky and is dancing with the kids, his false teeth are slapping around in his gums, and his party hat keeps falling off his head. Grandma is cooing the baby of the family, even if the baby is an adult!
The worst place to have a relative is in the kitchen, you know what I mean, it’s where THE mother, whether it is your mother or THE mother-in-law, is trying to tell you how to cook, even though you’ve been cooking for years. And if you have both of them in the kitchen at the same time… get a whisky down your neck, you’ll need it! They will argue over anything and everything from the Yorkshire pudding mix to how to baste the flipping turkey.
Your brothers and sisters are having a good laugh, they’re so glad that they ain’t having Christmas dinner in their home. You curse under your breath that this is the last time you’re having everyone over… deep down you know they’ll be back again next year.
Nephews and nieces are running wild with your own kids, smashing up all the expensive toys you’re bought for your kids, or playing bloody house with the cardboard boxes. One year I’m gonna wrap up a cardboard box and give it to them, knowing my luck they’d love it!
Next we have the uninvited guests… every family has one, either a relative or a friend who you never see, but they’ll turn up for free food and booze and you pretend you’re happy to see them. Yeah right! You both swear that you must keep in touch, and exchange telephone numbers and addresses, the first thing you do when they leave is change your phone number and plan moving house, but what’s the point? They always find you!
I shouldn’t complain, I do enjoy Christmas… would be much nicer if we had snow with it. I’d trade all my gifts to have a snowfall on Christmas day; ideally it would have to start falling on Christmas Eve, an hour or so before the kids go to bed...
I popped on here to write a quick catch up note of what I’ve been up to, stuff it. I’ll do that later.
Must dash… catch you all laters.