I’ve been bragging too much about customers being quiet around Christmas.
It’s funny how this one person thinks it’s a brill idea to ask for a permission one hour before everybody leaves for the weekend and 70% for Christmas. And at the same time wants the permission to start from monday 23th.
I call that an optimist! To bad I don’t do Christmas miracles.
I’m just an emu, after all.
Work tomorrow, maybe on Monday too…
Wonder when I get the right holiday spirit.
When I bury myself in a book, on the sofa, in my jammies, with a little sherry on the side?
When I watch the Snowman?
It’s still raining, and no snow in sight. I was out having dinner with my friends tonight, and it wasn’t too cold to wear nylon tights and an over-knee dress. Fairly mild December.
The mystery plant on my porch is still blossoming. I think I’m taking a photo of it tomorrow…