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Chat Area => General Discussion Area => Topic started by: hotel21 on 01 November 2011, 22:30:56
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Was just happily dikkin about on the lappy. She is away to bed, dog walked, dishwasher on, alarm set for the morrow, watching deadliest catch as background noise, when up pops a shedload of crimbo adds.
Guess its the 1st of Nofekkinvember then....
Bah!
Humbug!! >:( ;D
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Don't forget to order your new couch so they can deliver before xmas.
It's only a sixth of a year away for god's sake. ;D
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Don't forget to order your new couch so they can deliver before xmas.
It's only a sixth of a year away for god's sake. ;D
I never noticed but-------
------ are the sales till on at DFS and the like?? Wouldnt want to miss out and that.... :P
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Is there a Y in the day?
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;D
We've been producing stuff for Xmas since June. :y
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We've been producing stuff for Xmas since June. :y
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v112/ColdPsyco/evilmonkey.png)
So it's all your fault! :P ;D
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No way can all those prezys be produced in the two months before. :P
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The start of the Christmas adverts really p!sses me I heard the first one in the middle of October :o by the time Christmas comes I suffer from Xmas fatigue >:(
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and my missus bought mince pies saturday :'(
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and my missus bought mince pies saturday :'(
They're allowed.. as long as you're allowed to eat them now.
I do like a nice mince pie. With cream.
Who ate all the pies? Why, me, of course.
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Not really notices any Chrimbo ads yet, thankfully. ::) Been working my way through the "Ashes to Ashes" DVD box set I got for my birthday. Hmm. Keeley Hawes.. Nicer than mince pies. :-*
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Sure me bro has had the shop decs up for about a month.
I know he's particularly ratty this time of year when his tills go down ::)
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Mind you, Robert Frost looked at this from a slightly different perspective.
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
(My November Guest)