JYC prompt: Stockings
On this journal page last year I preciously droned on about how each of the boys have a stocking on Christmas morning. Not this year; we only managed to find one amongst the decorations we packed away last year. So one lucky boy gets a stocking tomorrow. The other gets an, ummmm... Tesco carrier bag stuffed full of Christmas treats! (Or "teats", as I appear to have written.)
In other news, I have a shocking cold and my sinuses are backing up something chronic. Feel like Silvio Berlusconi; aged, corrupt and horny... No, no, I mean as though I've just been hit in the face with a small novelty cathedral! Although...
1 comment:
it's so lovely to see you blogging again - none of that twatter shite for me lol. Have looked back over the creation of your journal with much sniggers and snorts. Priceless. Do keep on blogging in your unique drole style, I have missed it.
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