Tis the season

Dear Dom

If you come looking for me in the 10 day to whisk me away to Hawaii/New Zealand/I’m not fussy really please be aware that I am spending Christmas at my mums.

I’d hate for you to arrive at my flat and be disappointed.

Happy Christmas

Love

Eleanor


Christmas at my mummy’s, which will be lovely, but it does mean getting up tomorrow before God to get a really, really, really early train because all the tickets for the later ones had sold out.

I’ll just stare vacantly out of the window as England’s green and pleasant land go hurtling past at 100 miles an hour. As long as no one expects me to be able to hold a conversation or think everything should be okay.

Oh yeah – I got your card absinthfire, thank you very much and to answer your question, I have never eaten spotted dick. Except there was that one time when...never mind, this is hardly the time or the place *g*

I should be in bed really, since I have to get up so early.



Goodnight F list.

Have a very Merry Christmas. I hope all your wishes come true.

See you in the New Year