So long November

So hey, we're nearly all out of Novembers here at tobiwan.co.uk. But to replace them we're bringing in a whole new stock of Decembers just for you. They're fresh from the overworked hands of sweatshop elves in the far north. Don't worry too much about those little guys though, the particularly bad Polar Night that they get means it's best for them to keep themselves busy and occupied or the overwhelming tide of depression beckons them.

I ramble and digress.

So Christmas in Hawksville starts tomorrow. We're gonna decorate up the house real good. This is the first time we've stayed at home for Christmas so it's the first time we're gonna bother doing Christmassy type stuff with the house. Fun. See?

In preparation for this I have tidied like some kind of dervish or anomalously small tornado. Whisking round the house returning items to their correct and proper place and depositing knick-knacks and the like in their coves. It looks quite nice. And I have my breakfast bar back again as well. Which makes breakfasting a pleasure and a treat.

Um-de-dum what else?

Not a lot really. We had a good laugh in Personchester. The Hat has delved into it briefly, but The Network has declined to comment so far. All you really need to know is that we spent around about 31 hours actually in Personchester, of which:

around 8 were spent asleep
around 4 were spent playing poker
around 4 were spent watching DVDs
around 1 were spent on buses
around 4 were spent in pubs and clubs
around 10 were misc.

Also, they really overpack their nightbuses there. I mean for reals. It got to the point where you couldn't fit any more people on. They were on the stairs, standing upstairs, in the buggy holder bit, all the way up to the drivers seat. And at that point, when it was most full, the driver stopped to let more people on. I kid you not.

So.

Time to get dressed. Then it's hi-ho, hi-ho. etc.

overandout.