Beau travail
Dec. 23rd, 2003 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxWe have a tree. I had a comedy half hour with the shop assistants at the florists who seemed never to have heard of the concept of putting their trees into the those handy net bags to make them smaller so, you know, you're not walking round with a fucking enormous tree. They wrapped it up in carrier bags and sellotape, like happy maniacs, then decided that perhaps they might give me lift with it instead, it looking such an embarrassment.
I only have to get a few more small presents, the sort of thing my mum refers to as 'something to unwrap'. This sort of present is defined as quite modest and small, but necessary to people who've only got one big present, so they have something else to unwrap.
G is coming today to tell me all about her man troubles, and then we're taking M bowling to the fluorescent, shouting Bowling Alley of Dooom. But before that I have to shop, again, for food this time, otherwise the people coming round on Christmas eve will be eating reheated left-overs and that packet of foul-looking lemon bisciuts that I bought off the South African shopkeeper because I was too embarrassed not to. He only has a small shop, you see. So when you go in you're in this face-off situation where he sits and stares and waits patiently for you to cave. I find it impossible leave without buying something.
I only have to get a few more small presents, the sort of thing my mum refers to as 'something to unwrap'. This sort of present is defined as quite modest and small, but necessary to people who've only got one big present, so they have something else to unwrap.
G is coming today to tell me all about her man troubles, and then we're taking M bowling to the fluorescent, shouting Bowling Alley of Dooom. But before that I have to shop, again, for food this time, otherwise the people coming round on Christmas eve will be eating reheated left-overs and that packet of foul-looking lemon bisciuts that I bought off the South African shopkeeper because I was too embarrassed not to. He only has a small shop, you see. So when you go in you're in this face-off situation where he sits and stares and waits patiently for you to cave. I find it impossible leave without buying something.