Ho no.
I was smug in my non-plans for the Yuletide; let the lesser being scrabble about in the crass commercialisation and heady inebriation and crude bickering that always, always ensues.
And today, one of my neighbours just had to have a bloody choir over, practising bloody carols.
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Anyone want to scrabble about in crass commercialisation and heady inebriation and crude bickering with me?
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