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The desk is a chaos of string, paper, glue, glitter, tape and
half-drunk cups of cold tea. I’m dipping my paint brush
in my coffee and taking a sip of my paint brush water. It’s
a lot less "Martha Stewart Makes" and a lot more "Scrap
Heap Challenge" and instead of an enjoyable, seasonal
activity it feels more like a stress inducing, beat the clock
challenge in a nightmare edition of the generation game!
So if you are one of the lucky few who actually ends up
with a card or gift from me this year, I’m sorry for any
miss-spelt names, missed out kids, wrongly assigned
husbands and miss-placed wads of tape n string and
would just like you to know - however crap it looks - it
was a miracle in the making & it’s the thought that
counts!
18 December 2015
I’ve had such a horrendous week I think I’m going to
drink Champagne this morning just for spite.
18 December 2015
Ah! Last year when the Santa lorry came round all the
children lived here in the maisonettes - they never knew
about the Santa lorry so when I heard it, I was in bed ill
with the cancer n I stamped on the floor n shouted
"Father Christmas is outside!!" n they all went running
out n saw the illuminated lorry n Santa, it was so ace! I
watched them out the window n felt so happy for that
innocent sort of magical joy. The Santa Lorry came
round tonight and no children live here now.
18 December 2015
Thank You SO much my Magical friend for doing my
