...is that I find myself writing these brilliant bits of imagery in my head as I'm drifting off to sleep, and I vow to myself that I'll get up in two minutes and write them down.
But I never do.
So if you were expecting long, loving lines about how I am the sieve through which the world is spun, look elsewhere.
Sorry.
In other news, I'd like to apotheosise cough syrup. Particularly when I have a bad cough, and need to go Christmas carolling.
Oh.
I'm getting the best gifts ever this year.
Happy Christmas, Fafi.
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