My coldsores are now at red and angry stage, causing people to ask 'Have you been in a fight?'. This is a worry, as they ask in a tone that suggest that it's not out of the question that I might have been. Which is clearly ridiculous. People have tried to be in fights with me but I've never played ball. Fortunately no one's tried to be in a fight with me for a while. Let's hope it stays that way.
Either that or they say 'Blimey, who's been overdoing the mistletoe!', which is too crass to even dignify with a response.
It is also foggy. In England. In winter. Can you bloody well believe it? This never-before-seen-or-heard-of phenomenon of course means that public transport has been thrown into chaos. The entire Northern Line has checked itself into The Priory! Most worrying is the fact that hundreds of flights out of London have been cancelled forcing people onto the rail network, which in turn means hundreds of people trying to cram onto already fully booked trains. And I'm going to my mum's tomorrow. I swear to God if I have to stand all the way to Norfolk, having booked my ticket in OCTOBER, I may well commit festive homicide, or hari kari, depending on space.
I got my first Christmas present yesterday – 2 pairs of stripy socks and 2 bottles of wine. Perhaps I should take the latter items with me on my journey tomorrow to make it bearable if the worst case scenario does indeed pan out.
Merry effing Christmas
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