“I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.” – Shirley Temple
It must be Christmas because I’ve just spent half an hour trying to remove sellotape with forensic levels of care from the wrong part of the parcel I was wrapping without tearing the paper.
James Bond is on the TV and he’s already seduced a woman with nothing more than a one-liner and a ruffled hair do. I was caught up in the timelessness of it until I spotted one of Ken Livingstone’s hated bendy-buses crossing Westminster Bridge. The weather is mild and damp. The fridge is full of food that no one is allowed to touch, and the tree in the living room needs its own security force to keep inquisitive children away. It must be Christmas
I want to…
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You are Welcome and Happy New Year to you too.
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You make it sound like torture, might as well add some waterboarding for the kids to play around with.
Fun read. Liked the quote also.
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Forgot,
Merry Christmas
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Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year 2019 to you too awesome friend. Soul😎
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I hope you all have a great new year.
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