New shoes and things

Sunday, December 31, 2006
Current mood: flirty


Hello my lovelies,
It is I, your favourite ranting Belgian.
Life's on the up I think. I will return to Bristol on the 5th of January and people are queuing up to come and collect me from the airport. Isn't that nice?
I even have a date lined up... I haven't stopped grinning!

I probably will start work as soon as possible as unfortunately I did not win the lottery during my 3 months off sick. That myth of "unlucky in gambling, must be lucky in love and the reverse"?
NOT TRUE!!!

Now, Christmas has come and gone. I hope you all had a good one.
Mine was slightly subdued as can be expected but the food on Christmas eve was superb thanks to Mum. Unfortunately she seems to be allergic to Christmas decorations, there wasn't a pine needle in sight let alone an inch of tinsel... Frankly, it could have been any old night with the family.
My dad was his impeccable Sommelier self, bringing out bottles of champagne, red wine etc... from his cave. Yum.
My sis and her hubby were there as well, without the girls as they had to go to their dad. And I got completely sozzled on the calvados by the coffee... wearing my new T shirt sis thoughtfully bought me, in black with gold letters: "If your rich, I'm single."
Mum thought the joke in very bad taste, I loved it, but then I'm warped.
I also got the most luscious pink mock crock high heeled booties, very pointy and silver lined... Thank you, oh Divine Santa! Under a pair of skinny jeans? Very very gorgeous. (I love that word!)
I might wear them on my date, now there's a thought...

And... I also found myself in the "olde undie shoppe" browsing for frilly knickers, lacy bras and corsets. Now either spring is early, or life is definitely on the up... haha.
So, mes amis, tonight we're gonna drown that 2006 in champagne, eat loads of politically not correct food like foie gras, toast the new year in and be very merry.

Unfortunately there will be no snogging...
One cannot have everything! SANTE! xxx


Currently listening: Boots By Nancy Sinatra