Well my pockets are jingling, as all I will have to my name shortly is a few cents! Somehow I have to survive SYDNEY over new years with no money. Maybe I'll busk at Darling Harbour.
I could sing Electric Dreams. I'm excited about my little christmas gathering tonight as I harness good energy and shun the bad. Speaking of bad, the relentless englishman continues to stalk.
Not sure whether it's the thrill of the chase, or it's that he's just picked me to hunt for whatever reason. Think I doused his flames by saying that all I can offer is friendship, so perhaps that will burst his bubble of me being fluff on the side. If I was to ever be fluff, I would be cashmere!!
So christmas is upon us, and so is the annoyance of bad presents and frustrations over intrusive family questions on personal life and judgements. At least it's only for a day.
The clock has struck lunchtime which means I leave thee dear blog for 2 weeks. Unless I have prior access and report on mischievous things over the holiday. We'll see......
So this is Christmas......................
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