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[littlemoose]

the christmas dinner went unbelivably well, despite dad having a disagreement with the town hall ovens (oven either on with grill or not at all, hob either on full or off, no inbetween), I wore my boobie top (there are pictures, apparently, heaven help us), ate loads and felt contentedly like I'd never move again. Anne (she who is in charge) had asked me during the week what dad's favourite sweets were, so they could give him a thank you, but when they handed them over,I got a little box of my favourites too, for helping! I was so touched, especially since I didn't do much.

Reason for not posting this before? Combined post-big dinner fatigue (I was running around like a headless chicken keeping an eye on the ovens dad couldn't) and medication withdrawal - yup, I asked if it was ok to go ahead early, since I didn't fancy doing the comedown over the hols, and got the go-ahead, so I'm a little all over the place atm - please forgive any spelling errors, mind is working faster than body.

So that's it, dinner was good, body is fucked, mind is ok. See you on the flipside :)

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[madscot.livejournal.com]

Great to hear about the party :-) *coughwouldlovetoseephotoscough*

*hugs* for the comedown - if I can help at all..