January 06, 2006

Back in the Pink of Things

If I was still at home about now I would have been enlisted in the grand debacle of the Taking Down Of The Decorations, with all the traditional little ceremonies of Not That Box, You're Packing Them All Wrong, Who Ate The Last Tree Chocolate? and Somebody Take The Lametta Away From The Cat, Now, Please, Before She Chews It Up And Dies.

However, I am not, due to the university's bizarre notion of what actually constitutes a 'week,' so this ritual will have to take place in my absence. The cat must take her chances with the lametta alone, and I must return to speedwriting essays, staying up far too late for no good reason, and also, more importantly, bring an end to Tales Of Festivity. Alack.

So I thought that as a lovely way to sum up my Festivities, and also provide both my conscience and my reading not-that-public with the illusion that I really blogged more than I did this holiday, I would do an edited highlights list. Sort of like Davina does for the crap Big Brother contestant of the week, but there's less nudity, less swearing and less sex in this one. The U version, if you like, though some bits of this may be disturbing for children under eight or those of a highly sensitive nature so we better make it a PG, just to be sure.

Further Tales of Festivity

  1. Drove the M6 and didn't die.
  2. Converted everybody I'd ever met and everybody my friends had ever met to the joy and wonder of putting cream cheese in a mince pie.
  3. Made 1243057272435782059 of said mince pies, and didn't poison anybody.
  4. Didn't, in the week I was on my own, either (a) perish from loneliness, or (b) develop an imaginary stalker who was almost definitely watching me from a secret peephole in the inexplicable hole in my ceiling. (I'm not imagining the hole. The hole is most definitely there, and it is, most definitely, inexplicable.)
  5. Got given purple wellies. And fingerless gloves. And an Austenesque hat. Now I can wander over campus in the most extreme climes looking like 'a high-class tramp,' as one of my illustrious acquaintances has it.
  6. Didn't let the guilt of having done no constructive work get in the way of Christmas.
  7. Danced with my grandmother. It was fantastic.
  8. Homemade sushi!
  9. Drove the M6 again and didn't die.
  10. Avoided Christmas television entirely. Apart from Doctor Who, which doesn't count because it would obviously have been great any day of the year and was obviously completely arbitrarily assigned to Christmas day, obviously. I may also have seen the end of Mary Poppins with all the kites and singing and all that jazz, and about ten minutes of Liz Taylor being Cleopatra in lots of gold chinky chains but that was only because I was waiting for Neighbours to start.
  11. Haven't bought a single unnecessary bargain sale item. Yet.
  12. Got paid, which made the huge bellowing monster that is my overdraft into a slightly smaller bellowing monster who is almost kind of cute.
  13. Walked on the beach New Year's Day, because it was such a beautiful blue-sky day, it was that or be hungover, and it's been too long since the two of us last did that.
  14. Watched an entire costume drama serial (Bleak House) without knowing what was going to happen, and my goodness, it was tense.
  15. Did a snow dance. It didn't work. I maintain it would have worked if it had been done on the beach. Or maybe we did a rain dance by accident instead, which would explain a lot.

So there you have the highlights of the Tales, each of which is probably a tale in its own right. And I've also managed to think up a fairly plausible reason for there being fifteen, in that I was at home for fifteen days in total. You see, there was a plan. And if I had more time and fewer essays, I'd probably have expanded on a few of them. But rest assured, they would have been fairly dull in their complete niceness.

Though not as dull as my half written essay. Hmmm. The somewhat sickly smell of procrastination is in the air once again.


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  1. Welcome back!
    …and happy new easter to you.

    Sounds like a good holiday all round – hope the cat's okay :)

    xx

    06 Jan 2006, 11:52

  2. And there was I thinking the You're Packing Them All Wrong ceremony only took place in my house!
    Welcome back :)

    06 Jan 2006, 16:04

  3. Cheesy mince pie? Bizarre! Can I have one?

    06 Jan 2006, 19:32

  4. Fantastic looking sushi, Lizzie! Very happy that you're once again fueling my own procrastination. Having said that, however, I did spend many hours of this afternoon in bed with Shakespeare. (Thankfully no one came to look at the house today and bang their heads on my ceiling, so I wasn't discovered still in bed at 5pm..phewph!)
    xx

    08 Jan 2006, 21:09

  5. Oh Suyin, I don't want to know! Lorna, happy new easter to you too! :-) Mia, comforting to know that others suffer too… and sorry Simon, the cream-cheese mince pie factory is closed for this year – you'll have to wait til next year now, I'm afraid…

    And I tell you, home-made sushi is the new cream-cheese mince pie – you heard it here first…

    09 Jan 2006, 22:40


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