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December 15th
Decorated tree. Mort had somehow procured a figure of a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police with a halo and wings. The Uniform is accurate, so have no objections. Meg, I think, has her doubts, but they were assuaged when Francesca pronounced the doll ‘adorable’. I trust Francesca- her taste in clothing is impeccably classy, and she carries off shocking pink remarkably well. Meg very consoled. So consoled, in fact, that they were not seen for the rest of the day. Nor was Harding. Nor was I. All most fun. I like having reflexes there! They tickle most pleasantly.
Me speaking now!! -On other news, am now packed for going home, went out tonight, came in at three, have to get up at eight. I was brilliant fun, though. I am always so surprised when people want to spend time with me. Was hit on twice, dirty danced with both males and females and was generally merry. I will pay for it tomorrow, (oh, hang on , today is tomorrow), but I don't really care. Happy Friday everyone, soon it will be the weekend, and everything will be shiny and nice (and fic deadliney!!!!)