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A festive haiku
Between Christmas and New Year.
So much fun for you!

I am going grey
At the start of January.
Have a lovely year!

Wednesday = Dawny day.

Morning: laze around in bed.
Afternoon: get peckish. Decide to go out for three course lunch for the third time this week.
Late afternoon: joint house-cleaning while listening to new Christmas CD at full volume.
Evening: decide to make cupcakes. Mince to Sainsburys and back for ingredients.
Late evening: Make fancy cocktails. Also, make a huge enormous mess and end up...
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/edited for emo.

I am sorry to be such a poseur.

I just love Hugh Sykes Davies.

Poem

It doesn't look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glass
It doesn't look like something to eat it looks like something eaten
It doesn't look like an empty chair it looks like an old woman searching in a heap of stones
It doesn't look like a...
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*coff coff*

I am sick.

Not very sick, mind you, but I am usually never ill so I am not used to it. It is just headache and swollen throat and a bit of tickly coughing but you would think it was SARS and birdflu and pneumonia all rolled together the way I am carrying on about it. I think it is winter's revenge for...
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Edit: Too much emo ranting! I am replacing it with this Christmas list. (What do you mean, 'November'?)

Dear Santa.

I have been a good girl this year (well, it's all relative, right?), and these are the things I would like to find in my stocking on Christmas morning:

[ ] One pair huge fluffy, possibly angora (possibly still attached to the rabbit) knee-length toe-socks...
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Yesterday was mostly: walking around in the cold. Some sitting in seminars. But all I really remember is the cold.

I really hate the cold. I genuinely despise it. I do not find it refreshing, or bracing, or invigorating. I do not like 'wrapping up warm'. I hate the restriction of gloves. I hate being choked by scarves. I refuse to wear silly hats. I...
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Ode to my shower

O! Shower.
You are better than the next bestest thing in my house
You never refuse me hot water when I demand it;
I love to stand, scalding, scorching, under your firey glare.
You are the reason for mornings
(And evenings, and those times when I am awake in the night).
In the summer, you keep me calm when it is...
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I was going to do this last night, but I wasted too long trying to work out what to put in a letter. And then we went to do 'dates'.

So I was coming off campus yesterday, just minding my own business, (a bit smug after handing in my essay, maybe) and who did I see walking towards me but Mr. Adrian, from college. It...
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So. I am probably going to apply for a PGCE, once I work out a) what this involves and b) how to do it.

I want to go and teach in some backwater village in the wilds of Yorkshire, Derbyshire or similar, living in a stone cottage with honeysuckle and lavender in the garden. I will grow my hair down to my waist and own...
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