I'm back, home again after spending Christmas Day, Boxing Day, and part of this morning with
flamange and her mother, who were extremely generous in sharing their home, their company, and
most importantly their Christmas dinner with me. I enjoyed myself very much indeed. New friends for the holidays, the best Christmas goose I've ever had, and plenty of time to sleep in and laze around chatting and watching old movies (among them being Harvey, True Grit, The Philadelphia Story, That's Entertainment!, The Life Aquatic, and Under the Greenwood Tree - nice mix, eh?). There was also Dr Who, for which I have discovered a mad, mad love. Ten is
shiny and wanted to be
ginger and for that alone I would love him. <3 <3 <3 <3
Took me about 8 hours to make it home by bus, mostly b/c I had to switch buses twice, and b/c they always take the long way round. Still, it's cheaper than the train, and it gave me the chance to see a few more towns, such as Chester, Rhyl and Llandudno.
Of course, now that I'm home I've immediately hopped online to devour more
yuletide stories. A whopping 456 stories this year, too. I think of that essay I should be writing, and all the other reading I should be doing, and yet those responsibilities are so easily squashed by the prospect of so many stories. I'm reduced to a gibbering "omg, gimme!" status.
Here are some preliminary recs of stories I've read and loved so far...
( cut for length )