I'm doing up yet another article and this time, I'm going through Christmas promos and the lot. It has just dawned on me that X'mas is little over a month away (depending when you, my dear reader, reads this post) and it's time to stop working so hard and to appreciate the season better. It would be much nicer if I was freezing my bum off somewhere (anybody say Canada or Scotland?) where it's winter and there are snowflakes dancing merrily in the air. My cousin is getting married in Canada and I was asked by my aunt to go along but because of my father's aversion to the cold and the excuse that I wouldn't be able to tolerate it, I'll be going for a SHORT trip to somewhere in Asia- again. I feel the annoyance starting to slip in as I type these words so I shall (for the betterment of those happy people) refrain from commenting further. I do have one question though. How would my dad know if I'd not be able to handle the cold if he doesn't let me go and try it oot for meself? This is one reason why I can't wait to get out of here and go off to Oz and do my own thing. That way, no one would know what I'm up to till I tell them. I don't fancy being sneaky but sometimes desperate maneuvers require desperate measures.

"Tis the season to be jolly.. tra la la la la la la la!"