*Dido has found a box of christmas decorations, and, completely oblivious to any concept of the holiday itself, has managed to determine the proper way to function them (these new-fashioned electrical plugs are a godsend), and is now proceeding to string them up around the mansion, cheerfully teetering on a ladder as she hums merrily to herself. ( Read more... )

*curled up on a sofa, practicing at playing her new guitar--she's not so good at it, but she's only just started, and it's at least not painful to listen to. Near her on the sofa is a copy of Virginia Woolf's Orlando, which she's just started reading, because Dido wasn't overwhelming enough already without having been exposed to feminist theory. be ( Read more... )

Damn my fool female heart.