See pic, it's amazing what scrap cardboard and a handmade pillow can do for an old rat... Three of my boys barely leave their new snugglecave! Buster would no doubt join them too, but he can't climb upm to reach it. I've made him his own pillow, but so far he's happy enough with his own handmade sleeping arrangements. Fair doos says i.
My liquid foundation's finally reached it's bin day, which I wish i'd known before daubing it liberally on my so-called face... I am cakeyface. Chalkycheeks. Twatnose. Buggereyes. Etcetera. Oh well, I couldn't find any smart clothes that still fit me (fatpants. Bigbum. Pooh belly. lardarse.) so a perfectly made up face would have looked a bit odd on top of a ratbitten pyjama top and zipknackered hoodie. I may go cack my trousers just to complete the look.
Anyhoo, i'm all set for a day of dog cuddling, paper hat wearing, scotch glugging and shite telly watching. I just hope the folks haven't cooked my food in with the turkey again... Jeebus, vegetarians aren't fond of their vegetables smoked over a corpse. Or cooked with animal lard. Or, if we're all scathingly honest, sitting next to someone gnawing on a ribcage or leg bone. Blegh. But these are the trials, tribulations and other borrowed phrases of the psychopathically compassionate social outcast.
I feel terrible i'm unable to buy gifts this year, too. I've resolved to buy and make things next year for everyone, and hopefully that'll make up for it.
Oh well, mustbe awf, time to find out where dad's got to, and have my nintieth cigarette of the morning.
Merry xmas to yaw xxxx
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