Just awoke [or awakened] to the glad tidings that all flights from Heathrow are cancelled today because of fog. Glad we're snuggling warmly in the burrow over Christmas.
Crazy Condi, the Rice Maiden, has decreed that the war in Iraq is worth the cost in money and lives [presumably those of Iraqis].
So that's alright, then!
Off to the hospice this morning. Will post another instalment of traumatic reminiscence later.
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and a good day to you, Anticant..........
hope the visit is not too extreme and that you have something warm and comforting waiting for you when you get back..........x
Thanks, lavender - the hospice is a warm and welcoming place, with wonderfully kind staff and volunteers, a splendidly equipped gym, relaxation and meditation sessions, art therapy, aromatherapy, reflexology, lunch.....My weekly visit is a real boost.
And, fortified by meditation and mince pies, I have decided to ditch the negative reminiscences I had intended posting here today, and shall concentrate on being more mellow [if not bland] over the looming saturnalia.
Let those mince pies do their thing I say.
Waiting for more we are!
If you keep on
writing
Folk will keep on
paying
taxes.
Willingly.
Who do you think I am? Gordon Brown? How dare you!
Leemembel Glasshopple, in the country of the blind the one-eyed chancellor is King.
Anticant !
I think of you a lot.....and care, so there !
Hope to survive the next couple of hours......The Merkin is stalking dead birds with all sorts of nasty pieces of equipment....busy removing heads, feet and we - ie the cats and myself are in hiding,suddenly, we are not hungry..........and oh god, two of the birds are Mallards..and Yellow will NEVER forgive him.............
back if we get through this........
reminiscent of the Texas Chain Saw Massacre......
Hope you have given those birds a good stuffing LB.
Not in my burrow she won't. What do you think this place is? The stews?
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