Addiktion #41 - It's a New Year and I'm glad to be here.

So it's a little early, and a little predictable, but I've spent all week in bed and am forbidden from joining The Sister, The Bezzie, The Boy and all my other darlings in revelry tonight at The Social because it turns out that The Sniffles are full blown flu and I've been in a state of delirium all week. No fun at all.

I'm going to be spending my evening in with The Parents, arguing over the meanings of Inception (ULTIMATE FUCKING MOVIE, JUST INCREDIBLY LOUD) and whether we have time to watch Jools or not.

It's going to be amazing.

However, this song, and this particular performance will never cease to beat the traditional Auld Lang Syne in foretelling what the future's for. If you know it, please turn it up as loud as possible and go wild, and if you don't, listen close and listen hard. Every word is true.

Happy Fucking New Year, have an amazing one y'all.

Home Town Delightz #5 - Swish Swash.

Sometimes there is nothing nicer than chillin' with Pa in the early morning after a sleepless night thanks to the pleasure that is The Sniffles etc etc.

Having woken before everyone else, attempted to read one of my many course books (I'm still working my way through Glassco's Memoirs and loving every word), listened to a mixture of beautiful addiktions from my NightNightLife playlist, eaten a few perfect post-Christmas tangerines and drunk a fair amount of peppermint tea to try to ward off the inevitable headache, I ended up helping Pa do the washing up from the past couple of days (our dishwasher decided to pack in mid-wash on Christmas Eve Evening. And yes, I know. Ugh).

We have the bigger version of
this. It's too lovely.

Now that that's all done and dusted (I'm not allowed to touch the plates in case, God Forbid, I drop one) and the Aga is layered with Le Creuset pans and the cat has settled, I'm back to bed with my various course books and a desperate need to get rid of this God-Damned Headache.

Have a beautiful day y'all.

Home Town Delightz #4 - The Sniffles.

Zzzzz...

When you're feeling like shit with The Temperature, The Shivers, The Shakes and That Sneaky Bugger of a Chesty Cough there is nothing nicer that clean crisp white sheets, feather pillows, hand-stitched quilts and tea sipped from bone china.





After 24 hours spent moping in my freezing bedroom with what feels like The World's Worst Bout of The Sniffles, I feel it is most necessary to pay great thanks to Mummy Dearest for looking after me so kindly, The White Company for being so luxurious and to TheGenericWidelyRecognisedCoffeeShop for begrudgingly allowing me an all too necessary day off.


Now to go find myself some nourishing soup, a snuggly sofa and the cat to cuddle up with and watch black and white movies.


Na'night. x