The King's Shilling

Well not quite, but I have been called up to perform my civil duties as a member of a Jury in December. I got a big fat ludicrously PINK letter through the post, which got me all excited until I saw what it actually was. Not that I wouldn't love to do it, I'm actually looking forward to it lots, problem is it's going to completely interfere with my fitness course, so I'm going to have to beg them to change it over to next year. Hopefully not to clash with any other sort of silly plans I have for the next 12 months after. You're not having my Mayan Christmas!

Good news is my temporary assignment offered me a full time post. Bad news is I turned it down because it'll get in the way of my doing valuable things with my time, hee hee! I can't wait to start doing my own thing!

Hey I got 27 out of 30 in my mock test yesterday at school! You only need 24 to pass the exam and we haven't even finished the course yet! Although, I still need to bone up on bones. But I'm a whizz with those muscles and energy systems! I had a cup of tea to celebrate when I got home, and used the mug that said 'I'm not perfect but I'm so close it scares me' :P

It was so wet and cold today my bones are wobbling, so I'm going to have a hot bath and read my book. See you!

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I Love Christmas

I just got the 'Christmas Feeling' over the weekend. We went out to a gorgeous tiny village pub with some friends, Andrew & Sarah, and had a proper homely dinner. I had roast potatoes and leek sausages and lots of red wine and a gorgeous cheesecake for pud, and a hot chocolate and Baileys after that. It was incredible! My fantasy dinner.

So we all started talking Christmas! We're hoping for snow (eep!) and we'll be getting up morning-time, opening our stockings, having a Baileys for brekkie, opening up one prezzie, going for a walk down to the park, building snowmen (hope!), maybe popping in the local to wish everyone Merry Christmas over a beer or two, coming back and starting on lunch over another Baileys and some festive music, sitting to watch the Queen's speech while opening a couple more prezzies and throwing wrapping paper balls at her majesty when she starts on, then we'll eat our dinner, have a nap, wake up and make mulled wine and watch the Eastenders Christmas Special, cry, pick at leftovers & crackers and cheese & pistachios & booze, open another prezzie, play a board game, snooze, do the dishes, sit down and feel fat.

Doesn't it sound lovely? That's how to do Christmas, Christmas-style. Next year, Mayan style!

Vix x x x x

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