Holly Stealin' Chestnut Munchin' Jazz Dancin' Pikeys that we are...
I'm a Chrissy's house, and have managed to get a little time on her laptop for a catch up.
So far this week, we have stolen some holly from other people's land and run out of fields, eaten macaroons, cooked chestnuts, been to a proper carol concert with Chrissy's Dad being the choir conductor (with me and Chrissy giggling at some of the words to the carols) had mulled wine (yes, I'll have more of that please) and mince pies and chestnuts, and listened to alot of Billie Holiday and stuff like that. Lots of jolly good fun.
I appear to have started dressing a bit like a man. Comfortable, but a little disconcerting. But I always did want to wear a very nice suit. Maybe in tweed. With a hat, naturally darlings.
So far this week, we have stolen some holly from other people's land and run out of fields, eaten macaroons, cooked chestnuts, been to a proper carol concert with Chrissy's Dad being the choir conductor (with me and Chrissy giggling at some of the words to the carols) had mulled wine (yes, I'll have more of that please) and mince pies and chestnuts, and listened to alot of Billie Holiday and stuff like that. Lots of jolly good fun.
I appear to have started dressing a bit like a man. Comfortable, but a little disconcerting. But I always did want to wear a very nice suit. Maybe in tweed. With a hat, naturally darlings.