jingles 23 December 2011
I am just about done upholsterying Christmas, so cushion covers and slippers are at the ready to go and sundry other gifts are also wrapped. Next up is cooking and I have all of the ingredients I need to make a fine lunch on the 25th (for 12, I thank you for enquiring). Any mishaps will be mine and then, probably, because I’ll have taken on way too much to actually cook. Last time I ‘did the dinner’ was 3 (4?) years ago and the kitchen was an unfinished nightmare, complete with new oven that I wasn’t used to, though lucky to have connected to the power the way things were going at the time. This year, I know that wretch and although we’re still not truly decanted back into the house it’s less of a builders’ bombsite.
So, all would be fine but for the jingles going on in my poor noggin. It’s like every bad seasonal song ever written has joined a loop in my head to provide my very own, private, festive musak…especially when I am trying to go to sleep…I am now officially fed up of such joy and good tidings to my brain, thanks all the same. However, there was warning on the radio today that 2 LITTLE BOYS was about to be played so I spared myself listening to that. Mind you, it is still lurking as an idea simply because it was invoked…and now I hope I have shared it with you all too – call it sharing, yes, but I think we all know I mean you all to suffer if I have to…(snigger)
Have a happy and safe holiday, y’all
