OR, MY DREAMS OF A SIMPLE SOLO AND FAB TIME ARE SHATTERED.

All I want for is LOTS of festive food and shitloads of good wine. No company but some choir music and books, a few nuts and some excellent dark chocolate. Maybe a walk in the woods at some point while it’s quiet. I’ll poke my beak out the door to look at some point but basically seeing as I can’t fly , my wings clipped again by lack of finance I must improvise. It’s all terribly sad really but one make the most of being brassic and not in a beautiful exotic land far away from the madding idiots and the ugly tawdry baubles and LED lights blinding you.

In previous years I left a key out for Santa but even he doesn’t get an invite to let himself in these days. I’m very solo in everything, or so I thought.