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i don’t want a lot for christmas…
And after a rip-roaring week in That London, there surely isn’t enough fun left in the world for me have any more without using up some of somebody else’s allocation, which would be not only appallingly rude, but terribly selfish. I have luxuriated snugly in my beautiful hotel room complete with the Best View Ever (until next time, at least),…
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chilly, chilly is the evening time…
And the morning, afternoon and night-time, as it turns out – a scant twenty four hours after arriving back in my favourite second home of Waterloo and the temperature could less-than-eloquently described as well, brass monkeys. Fortunately this is exactly the weather which suits me nicely, being someone who feels faint with heat exhaustion at seventy five degrees and from…
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o christmas tree…
Well, Tree has arrived! Mini-Tree, as it turns out. Shortly after noon and in a large and promising-looking cardboard box, only for me to discover upon gently wriggling it out by the netting that it was, er, vertically challenged and standing even shorter than me (and that, make no mistake, is short in Christmas tree terms). Since there was little…